I spent last week in New York City. What a city! The energy was great and despite their bad reputation, everyone was really friendly. My one disappointment was that I just never have enough time to see everything that I want. I’ll just have to keep going back.
The storm is a doozy. My toes are still cold and damp. I miss summer.
The first big storm of autumn is due tonight. The air is warm but feels sinister as the wind picks up. Time to batten down the hatches. *texture provided by www.regularjen.com
It’s kind of a bleak day today. Just the kind of day this guy who I named “Uncle Chucklepants” would probably enjoy. That is if he enjoyed anything. He looks rather miserable. I watched him for quite a while and he remained miserable. I should have asked this guy to join us for a pint.
Today Irving Penn died. He was an amazing photographer. He was not just a fashion photographer as the title of the obit in the NYTimes suggests; he was a true master. I spent some time studying his work last winter while taking a studio lighting class. His lighting looks so simple, but it is not. [...]
October 3, 2009 was San Francisco’s version of Berlin’s Love Parade. Over the years there have been different versions of Love Parade and over the years there have been many changes as it has gotten more and more popular. Perhaps too popular? Or at least too big for the current space. The vibe was good [...]
I’m a huge fan of street art/tagging/graffiti etc. When I saw this Shepherd Fairey, titled “Arab Woman” on the side of a wall in San Francisco last winter I was psyched. He and Banksy are my two favs. Fairey created that fantastic Obama poster we all remember from the campaign. He is the founder of [...]
I was wandering through San Francisco’s Chinatown last February and the colors on this wall and in the windows caught my eye. They were all just glorious. The blue panties hanging are the gem of the photo for me. Who hangs just one pair of panties? They must be pretty special.
Again, playing with two images – both taken in the Powell Street station last February. Doesn’t it make you just want to pop the wall or am I the only one addicted to bubble wrap? I cannot resist.