You only have to look at the year he was born (1836) to realize how precious and short life is... zoe is happy to be back
Kathey Kaefer, cutting me up as usual [cross-post from fotolog, sorry to those on both] Unacceptable? Unacceptable? She’d show him unacceptable. She stormed out of the building to the parking lot, her high heels clanking as she stomped to the car. How dare he! She tugged her skirt down over her stockinged thighs then realised what she was doing and cursed him again. Unacceptable! As if! She walked up to her black BMW and kicked the tire. The nerve of him. Grabbing the keys out of her handbag, a gasp escaped her as she broke a bright red nail. His fault. She sucked on her finger for a moment when an idea struck her. She limped around to the trunk of the car and clicked it open, rummaging around until she found the plastic bag her brother had dumped in there after changing her oil at the weekend. Perfect, a large button-up shirt and a pair of denim overalls. She picked at an ugly stain on the shirt with the broken nail before shrugging and pulling the shirt over her shoulders. She'd show him. A quick glance around to make sure no one was looking, then she ripped off her white halter top under the shirt. Dumping it onto the ground, she swiftly buttoned up her brother's shirt up to the collar. She kicked off the stilettos and pulled on his overalls under the shirt, over her skirt. They were miles too wide. Another look through the bag: no belt. She cursed quietly and pushed it aside, looking for anything viable in the boot. Ah, a pink Armani scarf, one of her favourites. That would do. She pulled it around her waiste and tied it tight. She looked at her reflection in the rear window and shook her head. A sight. Unacceptable, huh? How's this? She looked down at her feet and considered a moment before bending down and picking up her stilettos with a resigned shrug. She snapped off the heels and slipped them back on. She glared at her reflection once more before storming past the man at the desk and straight into his office.
Graffiti art, Greenpoint, Brooklyn. self portrait in astoria (that's the top of my head at the bottom) Same park. Same night. One of my favorite shots (of my own that is)
Under the Bridge
Rae and Ame practicing for cheerleading tryouts Mis angelitos y yo en praga...el pasado Febrero Me..... circa 1988
nephew blends in with his surroundings. 21.03.2005