Showing posts with label coney isle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coney isle. Show all posts

22 January 2011

polar bears (the club)

coney isle, every sunday at 1 p. it's good for your heart, and you appreciate the sun more. win-win.

for DG, in a less sunny part of the world, where chests are covered in less than gold

10 July 2010

calm clam

Helado Abuela

Grams coolin' out...

josé selling water on the beach

he had just purchased a canon but his first roll of film had come out terribly. i spent about 10 minutes trying to explain in spanish how the iris and the shutter worked in tandem and like an eye, on a sunny day...or at night...hope he doesn't take my advice.

24 April 2010

Joseph

...a few minutes after this photo i overheard an insanely racist conversation regarding robert de niro and black women...'dark meat,' is actually how i believe the women were being referred to. time portal? where am i? 2010? kind of incredible. granted the dude reading the paper, and his instigator ("ey, look at bobby...he likes those black women..." "what's wrong with him?" "ey, i don't know, maybe ee likes dark meat...") both looked like they were stuck in some sort of time warp too...so if we don't evolve, the conversation doesn't either.

i didn't make eye contact and was glad the baby i was with was only able to concentrate on her ice cream.

28 September 2009

I Like Her Fold

I like the fold she has under her bra strap. I wonder, though, if she does. The wonderful thing about seeing yourself through someone elses' eyes, is that it's almost always better than looking at yourself with your own. Odd.

29 August 2009

Best Seat In The House

As it ebbs and flows. Wax. Wane. Come. Go. Is the Ocean the ultimate dichotomy? Is this where we get all of our sides? The pull? The various forces in our life...maybe they come from this simple idea of back and forth...back and forth...back and forth. And we don't even know it 'til we sit on a cheap chair legs all splayed out, hat on, and stare at the ocean for a few hours...and realize everything is made of two parts. Even a realization is two things coming together.

Get comfy, Ma.

20 August 2009

Lucia y Mario

Peep the Pretty Boy Posture...Peep the comfort in her own skin. Dreamy.

César y Jasmine

Her look to me screams of pride...knowing this is one lucky s.o.b. holding her like that...she retains all sense of self in his grip.

19 August 2009