Tuesday, February 14, 2012

dirty little valentine




I had four shoots scheduled this week.  Four of them have cancelled.  I'm both pissed and glad.  I'm shooting too much, and I keep saying I will slow down.  I will now, just not at my volition.  I try to accommodate people.  And when I say I'll do something. . . . 

"O.K., Grandpa."  

It's their world.  I'm just living in it.  

I have this premonition that I am in trouble, but I don't know why.  I mean I do plenty of stuff for which to be in trouble, but I don't know what I am in for particularly.  It is just something hanging on me.

It is Valentine's Day.  I bought my mother flowers.  I am a sweet boy, no?

Q's friend posted a link to a video of Q's Tijuana girlfriend's boyfriend just in time for Valentine's Day, I think.  Metaphorically.  I can't quite figure it out.  Q says to delete the comment.  But truly, I thought that particular entry some of Q's most brilliant writing.  And so I post today's picture, a reference to my own Mexican Brothel.  Q suggests I start a new series called "Domino."  Clever.

I hope you have big love today.  Every day.  It beats a dirty little valentine.  

5 comments:

  1. The new style is great indeed.
    Again a wonderful photo, so beautiful!
    The poses and faces of both girls are really great.
    Just keep them coming, Selavy!
    Have a great day!
    XXX

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  2. Friend is a loose, non-specific term, especially in these topsy-turvy times. I don't know who the Barry-named person is, for certain. Their interest in donkeys and tequila seems apparent, however.

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  3. N, It's all I can do.

    Q, I should have said, "A Mexican friend."

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  4. I looked up 'friend' in the 'Real meaning of American words dictionary'.
    It said: A person that you can use and abuse without getting a law suit straight away, if you are lucky.
    :-P

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  5. I'm so sorry, I wanted to stop picking on Americans.
    I realized it's not fair since the half world hates them already.
    But I forgot...
    It's my Korsakoff's syndrome of course.

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