accident

it was a mistake that says something i want to say.

gonna move into this area and play a bit.

and it'll raise questions again. the preggo suit,

the sadness-no, it's not about abortion and

this time, it's not about surgery.

and it's all cyclical...pain, sadness, happiness, hope,

art, pain, sadness, happiness, hope, art, pain...

and so it is...

the patron saint of losing what you never had.

(the black object in my hand is a remote)

L.D.B.

my friend lynda atop the mountain of clothing donations at thrift for aids in philly.

she's one of the best dressed gals that i know and it no surprise she has a job as a sorter here.

eric freund

showing fellow photog my new camera

check him out at http://www.freundphotographic.com

back at CBP

florida pit stops.

since i have a show this summer that will most likely focus on smut vendors

i've been keeping my eye peeled for the like.

i managed to get some shots while i was in florida. my new aunt had no problem driving me

by to stop off for some snaps. this is one reason we get along so well. she's laid back and not judgmental.

her and her son had me cracking up talking about "the diner" where girls serve lunch topless.

i'm not exactly sure what goes down inside but here are a couple shots from the outdoors.

i met a nice old man out there and chewed the fat with him for a minute. he wasn't even weirded out that i was taking photos of this joint.

life is good.

waffle house

i always wanted to eat at a waffle house but my mom told me it was a greasy spoon

and it turned me off. it's so weird the things that stick in my head.

they're all over florida and there was one across from my hotel room in orlando.

i had begun making jokes about them the minute i arrived. "oh, my room is right across

the street from the waffle house." they are more or less on every corner.

anyway, i still haven't eaten at one and when i told my mom, she said,

"oh, they are a greasy spoon but they're so delicious!"

?

i still skipped it. i was feeling fat.

after 1 a.m.

i think i want to focus on some pics at work after 1 in the morning.

this is my toughest hour on the weekends. people are at their drunken peak

and i have been running for hours serving them. there is a lot of ridiculousness

from 1 to 2 a.m. some picture taking might help me get through it.

this photo is from last week. a group of ladies suddenly have sandwiches after having

been drinking at my bar for hours. (we don't serve food) i ask this woman where she

got it & she tells me her niece had it in her pocketbook.

handbag sandwich. anyway, i had to take a picture.

on a side note, this partially uneaten sandwich was the last thing to get cleaned up that night since none of us employees wanted to touch it.

punching jerrick in the face.

anti ques.

orange world, florida

it's a supermarket

i always meant to get a shot of this neon when i was in atlantic city.

finally did it. just adjusted so it'd only be the light.

my friend greg likes to go in there because it's a latin market and he loves

his latin men.

here's looking at ya! BOOM!

frank & beans, the american gentleman.

the Pomeranian named Pip

why i love italians...

....fabulous cuisine.

....fascinating history & culture.

....gorgeous men.

raphael upon his return from his native naples & he graced us

at the locust bar. welcome back.