These are not my friends. I don’t know their names, but I do see them in my neighborhood, usually together, usually laughing and one of them bartends down the street from where I live. They’re friendly enough, both smiling and serious in the rare moments I’ve seen them and they’ve always been (at best) friendly and (at worst) ambivalent. Either of those responses are fine. … Continue reading Not my friends…
It’s Christmas day. I feel alright, more or less, sitting in my apartment in the Tenderloin, San Francisco. My partner, parents and most of my friends are in the Midwest so I’m out here alone, but that’s okay. I think Christmas for me is mostly a non-issue, unavoidable but at the same time not really resonating no matter how much I used to enjoy the … Continue reading It’s Christmas…
It’s 3:30 am as I write this and in five hours I’ll be on a flight to Las Vegas. It’s a stupid city, in a desert, using too much water and too much power and too much consciousness in a lack of consciousness sort of way, but I always have a good time. I’ll be meeting my partner there, who is flying in from Chicago … Continue reading Four days in Las Vegas…
I recently discovered a school of thought called Monster Theory. From what I’ve gathered thus far it is a mix of social and critical theory that studies the link between monsters and the cultures from which they’re produced. There’s a lot to see there, and also a question for me in these days of tribalism/division/attacks on diversity/rise of fascism and the years of the virus: … Continue reading Monster theory…
…and it has been for a long time. Walking to the grocery store this morning up Hyde Street, and I glanced up at the distinct San Francisco architecture, bay windows and whatnot and crossing Post, looked West towards Polk Street and I had this realization: shit, none of this means anything to me right now. I stopped on the corner and thought about everything I … Continue reading Shit, it is depression…
I moved back to San Francisco 8 months ago, a long debated change influenced by past memories, thoughts of meaning, the pandemic lock downs and a growing dissatisfaction with a repetitive, routine Chicago. This relocation was supposed to be a solution, get me back to doing the work I loved in an environment I related to where I could once again, begin to see my … Continue reading Back in San Francisco…
This past Friday I was able to call three clients and let them know their treatment had been successful, and their Hepatitis C was cured. Then I had a chicken burrito for dinner and finished off the night by taking psychedelic mushrooms and listening to music without thinking for awhile. It was all quite pleasant. And…Marjorie Taylor Greene, Matt Gaetz and that idiot from Colorado … Continue reading This past Friday…
Standing at the corner of Eddy and Polk Street in San Francisco, looking at the combination KFC/Taco Bell restaurant, thinking. Do I want greasy fried chicken? That’d give me heartburn, but Taco Bell is so much what the fuck did I just eat? Maybe I should go somewhere else, get a slice of pizza at the place up the street. I glance left where crack … Continue reading Connections
Over twenty years ago I had a singular experience. I was in the Pacific Northwest driving on the 520 Bridge spanning Lake Washington between Seattle and Bellevue. The morning sun was coming up. The floating bridge rocked gently on the water. I pushed the accelerator down, smoking a cigarette as I drove towards my apartment on the Seattle side of the lake. My car windows … Continue reading Stripped
One thing I’ve learned since I got into photography, had shows, had purchases, etc….is that a lot of people say a lot of things and to never take it at face value. I was approached by Don Springer over email, asking me if I would be interested in having an interview and images in Inspired Eye. He’s an exception, and I appreciate it. https://www.theinspiredeye.net/street-photography-magazine/ Have … Continue reading And then this happened…
Drake Toulouse: Photography and Words 