Here's one of my favorite photos I took recently. While on vacation in Paris, we were walking around a touristy shopping area, when we see this guy. Now, it's hard to see but basically it's an gnarly looking old dude with a French military jacket, dingy jeans, and a sack of God-knows-what. Everything was a size smaller and in desperate need of a wash. Basically he's French Rip-van-winkle from WWII.
Turn off all the lights, all of them. Now open the lens, wide open and leave it there. Take one ceramic figurine and drop it from a decent height. Rig a sound sensor to fire the strobes right when the figurine hits the ground.
We often sit around very modern looking courtyards laughing. Laughing and discussing politics.
Growing up, we didn't really do the Trick-o-treating thing. Conservative parents, homework, and the general sense of hysteria during the 80's pretty much kept my brother and I indoors. We'd sit and pass out candy, say hi to our friends who came by. It wasn't until I was 22 that I donned a costume and made up for lost time. So, it's been pretty simple to keep track of my outfits. Here's what I've been in previous years:
I tried to dress up as shaggy, but everyone thought I was Pedro.
Photo by Sarah Sitkin
I think I'm in this picture somewhere. I started riding WPH again, and it's definitely just as fast as I remember it. At least now I have the legs and bike to hang now. Every monday, 10pm @ Tang's Donuts in Silver Lake
San Francisco to Los Angeles, 500 miles, May 25th to May 29th 2009. Graeme put together a little website about the trip. Link.
I've carried the same wallet with me for the last six years. This Coach leather wallet has been in my back pocket nearly everyday since it was given to my as a gift. It's been through vacations, bike rides, long road-trips, and God knows how many accidental rinse cycles. Recently I was browsing a shopping outlet and found the exact same wallet. It was then, when I was holding the new wallet side-by-side against the old wallet, that I realized how beat up the old one was.I purchased it and when I got home, I moved the contents of the old one into the new one. But it felt odd; a bit too unfamiliar; like new shoes that hurt your feet. After a day, I picked the old one out of the trash, and put the new one in a drawer. Maybe one day it'll get used, but not today.