///BOXER///

A support group which will consist of witnessing & participating in more severe suffering than your own

thus making your troubles seem completely irrational & minor in comparison.

Fight Club.

///ETERNAL///

single file homes

diagonal, diagonal

across the street

a field of clones

the sorrows & the moans

bemoan the absent beloveds

that loved to be absentminded

they're at the lost city

with only one light to lead

where the sunset sweeps the dust

dusk erases

& dawn brings new faces

how the clones have grown

into their own

mirrored in nature

each an island

no longer in line

they're that way & this

they know misery & bliss

they found what it is

to not be lost

///FEARS///

A fear of heights somehow made its way into conversation the very first night we met. He thought I asked, "Are you afraid of heights?" when in actual fact, with Ice Ice Baby blaring in the background, I jokingly asked, "Are you Vanilla Ice?" Ironically he's the one with a height phobia yet also the one ever so adamant about getting to the rooftop of my parking structure to take photographs. Gently declining his invitation, I stayed on the third floor in the safety of my parked car. Though I awaited his return with increasing impatience, I must say, the resulting frames were worth the wait.

Downtown Surreality.

Window Sill Tip Toe
Ixchel Lara

Test

Little Dragon

///MUNITIONS///

Recently watched Domino & Lord of War among several other crime flicks.

+ spent some time with gun-bearing cops yesterday thanks to misunderstandings of time words.
It was a Saturday ruined & a holding cell full of questions.
I almost started doing sit-ups out of boredom.

As a result, this is pretty much where my head is at right now.

Il Lee

Hedi Slimane

Kate Moss
Inez & Vinoodh

Hedi Slimane

Shinjuku

Hedi Slimane

Alice Dellal

Vietnam

Dad 2007

Abbey Lee
Hedi Slimane

Hedi Slimane

frozen2ocean

Andy Warhol

2008?

///OATS&ODES///

At dawn I witnessed clumps of fog clinging to building tops like fake acquaintances, misleading me to believe it was to be another off weather day. I read & napped most of it away, waking again in the late afternoon. A tardy breakfast compensated for earlier hunger in the form of a maple & brown sugar [Oat Revolution!] I thought about why my printer no longer prints black; how splendid it will be to finally see [Ixchel] tomorrow after much too long; how much of a relief it is to finally have an air purifier in this dusty loft of mine; & how there are quite a few photos from last month that I've yet to post. A month ago from last Thursday was April's DTLA artwalk. I have the tendency to forget about it completely until I'm in the vicinity of my building on my way home, & I hit that infamous traffic wherein I am literally just around the corner from my parking structure yet it takes thirty odd minutes to get there. Clumps of faces clinging to adjacent strangers' arms like fake acquaintances. I will refrain from repeating how I feel about DTLA artwalk these days & would rather suffice it to say I prefer [the Culver City version]. The atmosphere is much less belligerently drunk & much more orderly & minimal which matches my evolved lifestyle more closely. I assume it's a subconscious action that I make it a point to check out DTLA artwalk at least an hour after I know the crowds have died already. The fleet of food trucks scurry away having satiated many intoxicated appetites; gallery doors close obediently as the last stereotypically trendy patron leaves; bar doors open as wide as they possibly can to accommodate the lingering & lost; & the very last of the buskers sticks around to catch the remaining home-goers on their way out of the now unfamiliar deserted downtown.

The most impressive puppet show I've ever seen.
Meticulous in movement, he showed every tremble, every breath,
& in turn portrayed the character's every emotion.
Was the puppet expressing emotions the puppeteer himself  could not?

Future escapes.

The Look

S. Maharba