moving too fast

  

real deal pt two

 


Cafe du Monde, still working the chicory cafe au laits and beignets, spitting distance from the mississippi. 

The Saenger

 



This historic theater on Canal St. in New Orleans was battered but still standing on my recent visit. 

isaac with paint

our favorite berliner pal isaac trogden making with the paint in a work of nyc performance artist patty chang's.

real deal

 

fresh, salty and straight from appalachicola. can't wait to see you, wintzell's. 

she likes coca cola

 

this female monkey (note frock) was brought to the boardwalk at n myrtle beach, in the landmark o.d. pavilion, where she sipped from his soda cup and hooked onto his hand with her tail, sashaying away. 

peanuts at north myrtle

 


just down the street...shag dancing meccas ducks' and fat harold's 

Dan Flavin

On a recent trip to Chicago, among all too brief visits with friends, I caught the minimalist light artist/sculptor's retrospective at the Museum of Contemporary Art. He'd had his first solos how there, so the return was fitting. To walk around an entire (huge) gallery completely adorned with these fluorescent sculptures, bathing the place in soft, often colored, light was dreamlike and euphoric. There were mementos from his peers, like environmental sculptor Robert Smithson, another favorite, who worked with/inspired Lee Ranaldo of Sonic Youth.

Flavin was on his own though. A blazing loner, trying to wring emotion from glass tubes, tinting them with chemicals from the inside.

Friend: Memory

A good friend passed recently, with whom I shared such childhood adventures as a tradeoff between his beloved fish tanks and the above, then-brand new, album.
It was a heated debate, but both parties left satisfied. Rest well, pal.