Showing posts with label original honey pot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original honey pot. Show all posts

04 December 2010

susanna de mantova en la playa, outer brooklyn


in the third frame that shape her mouth makes is saying "what you doooing?" te digo mamá, just taking a picture of utter exquisiteness.

this was a good day, 19+ miles of august biking, against wind, on sidewalks, to the choppy atlantic, with a luna bar, a grapefruit, and almonds. those gold-rimmed glasses and soul-mate-shoes, sand hair and red bikini tops that don't go well with helmets. listening to susy talk on the telephone to her nona is close to heaven. she wants for me exactly what i want for me. she's a mind reader. she dismisses fame. and tells the heartbreaker just what kind of amazing he is.

auuuuuuugurrrri honey pot, feliz dia, te quiero - 2 dec.

01 November 2010

la cosa mas linda del mundo (you sure can quote me on that)

hasta pronto, tutti frita. celebramos nuestro cuento. . .

18 September 2010

27 August 2010

what the fish are doin'?

suzy leaves the country for her country on saturday. the great dame baked her a cake with lovely details! (please read).

24 July 2010

suzy mantra

in 2009 suzy was cupid, cupid's cupid, with that full yellow skirt in the springtime...in 2010 she is guru...replete with mantras, an authoritative confidence in her vision, an honesty that bowls us all over...at times she comes with tarts, or pumpkin cakes, or mini pizzas, or plastic red hearts that mean the world to me, real time cards, boxes of blueberries, warmth and faith. phew...today she was sweatin' prettier than anyone else in all of new york city...i stood in a shady corner texting my mother as droplets descended down the back, she yogaed...the whites so white and the browns so brown...the pallet unreal...ugh, it is so easy to be in love with my female friends. teeny, chiquitina, cupid, tiny, guru...she leaves for mantova, italy in august.

12 March 2010

RedBedRoomEyes

...la chiquitina. don't cross her. or else you never get to look at this face, which would be a damn shame, for you.

05 February 2010

You Are Boring Me, Gringa

I wish we played dress up every day lil' b, and I wish I could send you to Juilliard and bring you with me to dance class and wave a wand and lay before you the tools you need to be the star you are...if not for the general public, for yourself...but it seems you already know this, and that is a powerful way to start anything...from the foundation.

boom, rise, sparkle, and shine.