breezo, 2.0

last night breezo and i chatted via skypeola (see photo) while i spilled tortellini down the drain, fearing i would get another note from my roommate telling me to not do exactly that. anyway, london is in his future, and though it may be hard to see whilst IN IT, he's covered a lot of ground [in timberlands or via bike tire, also photographically]. see new breeze here: phil breezy. i'm partial to the canada shit (ryan gosling and i were both born in ontario thank you you're welcome) such as the motorcycle and the wide open roads and this contemporary thing (a type of distance/a type of photographically aware gaze) is happening that i'm not sure breeze is aware of but he is in fact a contemporary (and also contra: a cynic/a classicist) so if you HAD to place him, a modern tag makes sense. his "vacancy" sign works for me in a way many photos-i-must-read do not, and in an overt/covert kind of way. blows me away! and harkens back to ye old 1930s photographers - you know i'm right. i suppose that it 'blows me away' wouldn't make it subtle, by any means, but i call it so, maybe 'cause the i know the dude himself, and because there is so much intellectualizing and pomp in photography today that work like his seems grounded, decent, and humble. a man could use the phrase "faffing around" however often he wished if his shit was solid like, like this.

dear breezy, happy birthday.

breezy breezola breezaroony, happy birthday breeze and zilla. so many zzzzs so many zzzzzines so many zzzzonifications to work through. breeze grew hair in his later years, much to the chagrin of many of his contemporaries suffering through the preliminary years of male-pattern baldness. yup.

enero, enrolladito

on breezy's camera. one tool two people. sharon share alike. godDAMN today was beautiful. i get it: feed em 30 degrees for 5 months and then hit 'em with april. i get it. and i got something for you, too, cruelest month.

bangladesh

these are poignant things, yes. the detail of my ceiling, noted by one (not including the light, which illuminates it) and the mouse in the house, twirling his ring...not to mention my tiger, who suffered from polio as a young tigret, back in bangladesh.

Not To Mention This Slight Breeze

© Phil Brown

...that he caught a bird in mid-flight is not what is appealing to me about this photo. it helps, but... at the end of 2008 i didn't understand what it was brownie was shooting or seeing. the things, tyrannosaurus-sized buildings, blinding aluminum car doors, garish steel pipes, wide, wide, wide, wide scenes of concrete and roads. not a human in sight. if it had a face it was from 50 meters away, or it was echoes of humanity - a jacket on a fence, some gloves, a skeleton on a door step! i thought at first he was disconnected from living in some way but to be so naively associative was my own mis-projection. the cats get front and center, he is always seeing birds - in flight or in repose - and he is always looking three hundred and sixty degrees around his heart center...this is how i know he's a secret optimist, living, humbly. his photos are crystal clear.

this L.A. is his l/own/ly.

http://philbrownphotos.com/journal/2010/08/20/la-julyaugust-10/

dr. phil (shit is breezy)

at sunshine's there was a slight breeze / i took a photo of a ceiling / negatives thrive on those around them...

negatives thrive on those around them...

so do palm trees.

i'll stay in new york city, then, and not fret, make cheese, and practice my spanish in queens.

this cup reminds me of williamsburg - every five seconds i'd have a heart attack.

ps naci means: "i was born."

sincerely,
buuurgia, and your other 4 fans in nyc.