julio 2008 (de lujo)

picture 5 from the www

KJ / susan z anthony

susan z, between the sound bites and before the dog sounds.

la tuya / ZZV

aliza, in the second frame.

la tuya / la novia

foto por © ZZV

me and múrki

we made a dent on the avenues. ran errands together. for a change. you can do this with certain people. i like being on her watch, sometimes. it's an approach. to time. i like her approach to a few things. i like the way she has x-ray vision. i like the way she knows things and i can't tell if she does. i like her opinion of art, contemporary art, contemporary photography, what's bullshit and what's not, i like how she shoots the ceilings of italian chapels and how she shoots women. i like that she also likes the ridiculous: cactus shapes made out of wool, cupcake classes, big red, plastic hearts. 'mmm.' in one store we came across mexican lotería goods. you know the ones - match boxes filled with dia de los muertos couples frying eggs, hands and hearts cut into tin, etc. i came across a mirror, a hand mirror, the kind that is more or less outdated, the kind that the woman with the long black hair sitting in the ray of light in Alvarez-Bravo's photograph ('Retrato De Lo Eterno') is maybe holding up to her timeless face. (in fact, it is much smaller than the one we saw). of the people i know and think of she was the only one who i could see having or using a hand-made hand mirror...rounded like an hour glass, with a chunky handle, and emblazoned with a long-haired sirena on the other side. i could see her, taking time, on some bench in brooklyn or in her mother's bathroom in italy or in someone's lucky photograph, with the hour glass mirror...or maybe it just goes along with her isms and her handkerchief collection, her pearl goods, her 1950s suitcase, her pace, her aesthetic, and that beautiful, gold, timeless face.

la loup (2008)

two La Loups, may she rest in kitten heaven, on top of mom's mosaic turtle, goin' for the slow ride during the final of her 9 lives...little wolf, runt, hungry like the, hedonist, dainty, petite, snow white chest, most beautiful. in the end, she developed kitten dreads, she lost her hearing, she got bony, and she couldn't hear the atrocity that had become her meow. she was the most selfish of all of our cats but she was mine. i do not need or force that which will not give, but that was never the case. is never. i just loved her, that's all. love her, that's all.