adorable, you and your whisk and apron. but that goes without saying i suppose. when is our next rain-soaked beer/photo happening? (sans rain this time, i hope)
did i mention that i mutilated line caught, that morning, salmon in an iron pan... you didnt teach me the iron pan. and i cooked for six at a dinner party. bummer dude...
hey, hey, rye rye. i just wanted to let you know that i currently have a new home fone number. I'm trying to "send" it to you, but no dice. hope you're well. remember that earring that fell out way back when? well, i went back that night and found it by the L-store... then i lost them again.
perhaps i was subconsciously channeling your polaroids through that photo, and harkening to a photoshoot that never was. ps-europe was lovely, you were right. i am already dying to go back.
my dearest. Your photographs. Jesus. They really are something else. I hope you are well. I miss your voice, your fucked up vision and your daydreaming. Let me know how goes it.
i have some ideas... just got some. ha. something with movement.. i used to dance.. someething invloving gesture with lots of your amazing color and texture ideas..
