floating somewhere between
city lights and party nights.

mama said there was no harm in falling for handsome strangers
as long as they were gentlemen. this one played chess in a back alley
and sipped sweet morrocan tea while taking extended drags from tainted cigarillos.
he never left home without the fake gold watch his wife gave him in 1987.

this is by far the yummiest short film i've seen this year,

APRICOT by Ben Briand:

http://www.vimeo.com/8076064

i like urban spaces
i like grit and neon

she turned eight.
i just got older.

art school, done.
art world, next. maybe...

i need a holiday.

Give me some religion
A brand new Cadillac
and a winning lotto ticket
I don't want no pretty, city boys in makeup
Showin' me their goodies when I don't wanna see it
Oh no! I'm all about boylife in america
-cody chestnutt

maybe it's time to get your hair done
and go hunting for some romance.

like night lights lit for years
the countdown starts to almost calling it an end
like storefronts that come and go.

boys and girls
girls and boys
boy sees girl
girl meets boy
heart avalanche and a long distance lover

love mispelt and boys ignored,
lust broken and confusion garnered.
home, mother, home, father.
disappointment with the youth, lost hope about the future, who's our boss anyway.
spiritual commitment set against a backdrop of racist flavoured city sin.

i went to the drive-in to watch a bad movie about karate
but there was pretty to be found.

my perspective's changing.
i want to paint my life gold, just like that.

like a holy trinket cushioned in satin
i went hunting for comfort during a candle lit spring
instead i found singing mice nestled in a country kitchen

birthday's are strange things.

'mi abuela' by victor cobo

he was from eastern europe
and owned a set of kind pale blue eyes

i was accused of being a romantic
i didn't cry, i drown myself in
jasmine and white chocolate

its been a while and perhaps now that time has scurried by,
i can say that i miss baltimore when i hear billie holiday
and imagine she danced across
a red velvet carpet at The Belvedere hotel.

to mark my 100th post i'm sharing my
most favourite-est photo i've taken this year

brooklyn, 2010

it's not everyday prince charming
morphs into a green zebra,
but i found him on a sidewalk somewhere in queens
now he sits by a mirror and stares out windows
while i gallivant underneath an african winter sun.

who cares about academia when escape
as fun as this can exist in a photo

sometimes i come across beautiful images
sometimes i come across strange treasures

city lights left far behind, i'm back in a
town somewhere in an african valley
where whirlwinds only exist from behind t.v. screens

africa bambaata come tomorrow
i like it there

ME = PUBLISHED!

http://www.itch.co.za/?article=385

Thank you ITCH Magazine recognition is always heart warming
(I suppose now I have to work on getting me
some print based publication of my stuff?)

soaking up every morsel of warm fuzz
during my two weeks of summer
before its back to a second 2010 winter, but till then,
"summertime and the livin is easy
fish are jumpin and the cotton is high
oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin"
-ella fitzgerald; summertime

ciao

hey ma, we're not in the suburbs no more.

sometimes i wish i was an old jazz song
maybe even a drag queen somewhere
on a 1940's paris street

birthday girl don't you cry
it's only romance when it rains on a sunday.

I see the city in celebration and delirious
Suffocating under the sun and in the joy
And I hear in the music screams, laughs
Bursting bounce around me
And lost among the people who upset me
Stunned, helpless, I am still here
-edith piaf 'la foule'

From: http://lyricstranslate.com

on a lonesome sunday i often long for
a midsummer night rendezvous in africa.

there's a city in the east that makes my heart
skip a few beats every time i tread on it's soul

interpretacion

spring is the new pink. pink is the new spring.
spring is pink?

inspiration for the next few months.
i'm watching this film every hour...
visual orgasm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ljQDJ4EILc

who knew.

my life at the moment: bizarre and layered in hues of velvet

"tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears"

young brides in saris stained by beautiful boys

तेरे'स सोमेथिंग होली अबाउट ओल्ड कार्स
there's something holy about old cars

snowed in. bizzarre.

buried 4 feet deep in the scatterings of a heavy winter sky.

maybe if we all play some piano it'll melt.

'yearning for more than a blue day'

-Antony Hegarty

inspiration courtesy of the lovely sam taylor-wood
it truly is beautiful when men cry.

click here for the rest of the series

today, i remembered how much i love this photograph.

indoor. outdoor. baltimore.

i'll christen them fractured first impressions.