i’m quite positive that i’m slowly slipping into madness, that is, if the process hasn’t fully gripped its fingers ‘round my neck already .
it’s a pleasurable pain though, the descent as well as the controlled asphyxiation .
“a prayer for the wild at heart trapped in cages .”
–TENNESSEE WILLIAMS (subtitle to his 1941 play “stairs to the roof”)
the last stanza of T. S. ELIOT’s poem “the hollow men” as street art
photo by: HÏMY SYÊD
SAM let me play in her closet.
i was like a little kid in a ball pit, but instead of spheres of primary colors, i had louboutin, givenchy, manolo, pierre hardy, prada and yves st. laurent as my playthings .
what’s on your mind sailor ?
the maxim on WOODY GUTHRIE’s guitar .
i’ve been on a writing rampage recently .
seeped into the pages lie truths and lies and all the in betweens.
i hope to one day play moleskine jenga .
that is, should i ever find someone so disarming.
feeding off the filth .
the fauna of echo park lake .
surround me with beautiful women to play with but just one man to love.
last thursday ANA and i traversed all of la .
what a good sport that little lady is ! straight from her shoot with RONY, ANA came along for the shoot STAMP and i conceptualized for RUBY .
off we hustled downtown to the studio where GUISEPPE and NATE were ready to shoot .
after the final photo shoot of the day (and a brief visit from the cops), i had all the girls involved in the shoot put on the same neon pink matte lipstick we had RUBY wear, and had STAMP capture the moment .
from l-r: me, MELE, RUBY, ANA and ALEJANDRA
