Archive for August, 2010

no es rico el que mas tiene, sino el que menos necesita

August 31, 2010

=he whom is rich is not because he has a lot, but rather because he needs little.

my best friend beth took this in the sf muni, isn’t it amazing? i know. her name is beth town, keep your eyes peeled.vs.this perfect guy has-

-the intellect of a history major at columbia

-the body of a spanish soccer player!

-the street smarts of a nyc skater

-the musical taste of a folk singer from 70s-sf

-the humor of a humble minimalist!

-the generosity of a …type of bird that makes sure his baby bird always has food and warmth

-the creativity of my ex

-the curiosity that i have!

-the appreciation of parks (arboretums), traveling (abroad), and long eyelashes

-a peaceful nature

-a 6 o’clock shadow 24/7.tilda swinton may be androgynous and bizarre to some, but i am fascinated.


i am

August 30, 2010

utterly disgusted by vanity. when i met the buddhist nuns in moganshan i knew i wanted to be like them: at peace, with no sense of value for material goods. in a good way. these nuns couldn’t comprehend how man could want -let alone value or cherish in their life- nice clothes, an expensive car…they simply couldn’t get their head around why somebody could possibly care about an object that marks style or a rich/artistic/etc lifestyle. they only sought knowledge and wisdom and pacifism, unity, and coexistence. they looked past all the fluff. now that’s what ‘im talking about. new york fashion my ass, you have no clue what life holds

. new obsession: richard misrach.and one morehe manages to capture the divine very well.

further,  instead of being aggravated i’m gonna post pictures of my favorite benneton adds and then of a bunch of a photographer i’ve discovered:diversity is so bomband now for bill owens, a genius in documenting suburb life 50-30 years ago. i’ll dedicate this to claremontthis one is titled ‘there’s nothing to do in suburbia’. im feelin it

it’s been a while folks

August 30, 2010

so i have a lot of catching up to do!  here are some recent portraits i took:leticia, half-italian, half-spanish girl. gorgeous like a dollcarmina, brimming with innocent beauty. about 13 i think and utterly unaware of her caramel skin tone and dramatic eyebrows and delicate lips.juan, seeking to be a soccer player, but conforming to civil engineering.

well, my last week in spain was bittersweet. it was tough to leave. i went to the naseiro festival which is a blast. music and regional pride. it is a muddy maze. pieces of land (the size of a large bedroom) are rented out for 5 nights and people are allowed to do whatever they want with that lot…set up tables, tents, and build forts. some people go all out: two-story tree house, mini fridges and tvs, old sofas and mattresses. it’s quite the sight. and this is all in a dense forest of eukalyptus alongside a river. i love when spaniards are belligerent and playful, which is often.

ok now for some michael shapcott paintings: and more about leaving spain now:

it hurts a bit to think in english, to have to hear british accents once again. i already miss the wise and pensive cows! vivero’s cobblestones and submerging my head under salty water. but as simon and garfunkel said “the leaves that are green, will turn to brown”. all things come to an end, and even though my vacation in galicia has ended, i’m about to commence on another chapter in new york, sweet new york.  but galician pears and apples and saturn peaches sure are the best fruit in the world, the nectar of my life. and driving my mom’s vespa through downtown-just me and the breeze! going on my bike (the one we won at the supermarket when my mom bought a leg of ham.. “congratulations! you are the 28th customer today, here’s your bike!”) to the river, trying to see the fish. i’ll miss the feeling of filling my lungs with air in a panic right before i swim under a colossal wave in san roman beach. the foam that hits my face stings but reminds me i am here, fighting waves in the sea. i’ll miss the dinners with my mom..greek yogurt and fruit, the insufferably loud pop music at the bars and clubs, feeling obliged to swim everyday, even in the rain. sharing a mixed drink with my cousin juan or a beer with my cousin maria.

you are my silver lining

August 15, 2010

under the clouds, under the sand, under the sea, you make me sparkle with silver. i honestly mean it.


the other night i got home at 8.09 am. i walked back as the sun rose. it was a gold and steel and bright, glistening. we danced and danced and danced

i like to

August 6, 2010

breathe in deep when it rains, when im floating in the atlantic sea, when it is night and there is silence.

the past nights have been filled with nocturnal laughter and dancing, spontaneity and exhaustion. tall pine trees, white wine, and cigarettes-what a picturesque life! but galicia is v. picturesque in general:

the light brown cows and silent river water pulsing and the eukalyptus forests and high bursts of lavender clouds, windmills and ocean breeze and green hills, dark green, mint and lime green too. my blood and heart is beating in this landscape. i feel like i am the earth and dust and mud and sea froth and river ripples. i long to lay down and become this landscape. the gulping ocean and falling light.