On my way home from the Occupy SF protest I saw this kid at BART. He threw a fit every time his mom pulled him away from the edge of the platform. I asked to take his photo, then told his parents that he had, “the heart of a protester.” His father replied, “Oh great, just what I need. A son with the heart of a protester.”
Keep living life on the edge, little redhead.
Sunday San Francisco wandering.
Kaylee and I share custody of the Instax. Here’s how she used the last of her film before dropping baby off with me. There I am, in the doorway of my apartment, greeting my sister on the one Sunday that I set aside to stay home, study and clean. It just so happened to be the warmest Sunday in the Mission and, to my surprise, a very loud birthday fiesta for my neighbor Stephanie who has apparently turned 6. Below the balloons, a courtyard plastered in Disney decorations, a bouncy house, and Kay carrying plastic bags containing thrift store scores.
Crafts, Instax and DJ Alf Alpha.
The craft tent was undoubtedly my favorite place to escape the sun during Coachella. What could be better than dancing among feathers, glitter, and hot glue guns? Until next year, check him out here. “He pleys so good”
Took this flick of Davin on his birthday, if you couldn’t already tell. Spray paint, cognac, joints and chi-kans. What more could a birthday boy need?