5.27.2010

futebol in DC

RFK Stadium has seen better years, but manages to keep clean lines.

The beer is overpriced, right on queue.

And yesterday, a few superstars ran around the pitch.

laminations

outside...


...inside

5.24.2010

בת מצוה

at the final rehearsal last week...

after the final rehearsal, she let her hair down (then up)...

Saturday morning, my cousin Elisa came by to do the hair and make-up...

Later that afternoon, she chanted melodies from the scroll.  She delivered a speech wrought with poise and maturity.  After the service, we ate and danced, and danced some more.  The next morning, in a softer light...she proudly displayed some of her henna markings.

5.16.2010

funny times

Saturday afternoon I was invited to hang out at the Java Shack with a few cartoonists and the publisher of the Funny Times. I didn't even know that this periodical existed before my café au lait infused camaraderie.  Ray is the guy that makes it all happen.  He publishes this compilation of political cartoons.


One of the prominent artists featured regularly in Ray's periodical is Matt Wuerker, a 2009 finalist for the Pulitzer Prize.  Matt is kind of a big deal in the world of political cartoons.  He is currently top dog at Politco, has worked at pretty much every A-list publication and is incredibly down to earth.  I managed to take a shot of him that captured a moment during a conversation about more serious political topics.  Matt even has a bit of a Hemingway aura in this photograph.


The Washington DC area is full of people that are full of themselves.  Many are intelligent and some sport their intellectual flat line with reckless bravado.  But for a couple of hours, I relished the time just talking to Matt, Ray and a few others.  They were down-to-earth funny and wicked smart.  This is the DC I really like. So if you can, check it out for yourself:  Funny Times.

Matt is the recipient of the Funny Times' first ever Irving Award.  Here is Matt showing off his award.

5.14.2010

tempestuous derivative

The storm clouds walked across the tree tops dressed in revealing cleavage and a flowing dark train.



A few minutes later, the moist sequins disrupted the trees and branches reflecting on the roof of our car.



I like the resemblances between the before and after...the clarities and vagaries.

5.06.2010

AmeRIcan gothic

He prefers short ties, long hair and rigid poses...no pitchforks.