March 11 2010
There’s usually a saying in my family that follows an intense hunger-rumble in the belly: my tripas are eating my tripas. Add an “ese” to that for good measure and you’ve just disclosed to someone that you’re really hungry. Above, “TRIPA” near the 4th St. bridge in Los Angeles, CA.
Jan 11, 2010
I’m jealous of people who love nature because I don’t. I like it. I hardly seek mountains, hillsides, forests, parks, etc. for refuge or inspiration. The only exception is deserts. I love deserts because they’re detested to a certain degree. Yet, place me in the middle of a city with a multitude of [...]
Somewhere between the G’s Metropolitan stop & Earwax Records. Larger view here. 8/08/2009
I’ve owned my Holga 120 S since 1999, but it took its first tour since 2004 this week throughout the streets of Mexico City. Three prints made it out alive, which leads me to believe I need a little more practice. The photo above illustrates my ineptness to confine light leaks. I also suck at [...]
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