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pocket book

Beyond the practical use, there is something irresistible in O'Reilly pocket references. The combination of size, layout and typography is great.

artifacts

You are in a hurry, walking  by a place you have seen a lot, and you see a spot in a different way. Some new artifacts at the Guggenheim. And all you got is that crappy iPhone camera.

gucci

I found this Gucci showroom on my way home at night, and I had the Ricoh with me. 

Ricoh GX-200

Got a new camera for Christmas, a Ricoh GX-200. I'm tired of carrying around a bulky SLR, and this camera is a little wonder. I found about the Ricoh through Tim Bray and Wouter Brandsma, but I was in Florida and they were difficult to get. Now I am in Bilbao and there's a shop one block away from home, so I had to buy one. Shot with the iPhone.

 

doorman

This is Tomas. We were having sushi in Pompano Beach, Fl. He doesn't like being photographed, so I shot it with a Nokia before he could grab it.
He was only 18 when he did the door at Studio 54, in it's glorious days. Tommy has a BMW convertible, a Harley, and two licensed guns. He is a likable man, but you don't want to mess with him.
We worked together during 4 months. He was some kind of bodyguard/driver/idontknow for the company's owner, a Jewish guy from NY who was fascinated by my knowledge about Sephardics - due to my reading addiction. At that company you could hear people talking in Brazilian Portuguese, Spanish, French, Japanese, Yiddish and the occasional English.

 


He is well preserved. No alcohol, no drugs, he follows a strict diet of blonde models and European sport cars.
Not a very wordy man, he bursted in his strong NY accent random phrases about people he met in those days, and only if you asked him. Sometimes he changed lanes to a suave Spanish Dominican, and be more detailed, even dreamy, about Liza Minnelli, and Bianca Jagger, and so.
Then he stared at you, with that look, you know, like an iguana. So many years passed, still the doorman.

paris

Last September in Paris, a sunny Saturday, and everyone was so relaxed it was contagious.

caserio

I code here during the winter. Monastic silence.

When I want trouble, I go down the mountain to San Sebastian.