Alexander Hamilton Kreps!!

Today is my dear friend Alex's 23rd birthday! He is an old man now who just gets more handsome everyday. Alex is a grand banjo-ist, a master of the pen and paint, and a very bendy jujitsu master.
Here are some of my favorite shots of Alex. Happy Birthday Al! I love you so much!




Happy Birthday!!

Favorites.

These are some of my favorite Polaroids, ever. I found them while rifling through 1,500 Polaroids in shoe boxes as I searched for the most handsome shots of my dear friend Alex, who is having a birthday very soon. It is late and I need to crawl into my bed and dream of schemes to get cheap Polaroid film, quick.

Pagan!

A few years back, when I was 19 and living in a beautiful adult house on Upham street, I spoiled my inner-adult fantasies and went to an estate sale in search of real, handcrafted furniture. I left said estate sale with tin trays, measuring cups that someones Grandma used for 5o years of baking and struessling, and a gorgeous 80 pound wood and glass medicine cabinet. The medicine cabinet is everything you could want in a bathroom fixture...its aged, the cream colored paint is chipping and the inside has been gutted and left dry. In my infinite wisdom I purchased the cabinet for $50, knowing that someday, I would own a beautiful cottage and store it in my bathroom then. Now that I am 2 years older, I have found a more practical (?) use for the cabinet and have converted it into a Day of The Dead Altar. I know, how pagan, how witchy!
The altar is warm with candles and so hippified with sage incense. It sparkles with mexican tiles, glitter, and photos of my dear aunt and nana. Its the centerpiece of our living area (until Miles moves it to play GTA) and I love it so much.

Anyways, I urge you all to make your own altar! Add candles! Draw pictures! Take Photos! Whatever! MAke it beautiful! Be a witch for a few hours!

High Class Farmers

Today I pushed my hangover and fatigue aside and set out on dear old Bart for the Lake Merritt Farmers Market in Oakland. Upon arrival I was ushered to the Uhuru Breakfast stand where I promptly ordered a Breakfast wrap complete with fresh farm eggs, cheddar cheese, fingerling potatoes and strawberries on the side. Yum.
My dear friend Lana is working at the County Line Harvest stand at the market and gave me baskets of strawberries, onions, thyme, and squash to take home and create into delicious treats. It was so hot in Oakland! But quite lovely and full of sweet smells and hot moms and dads.

Solstice

Last night was the summer solstice, I think. Ha!
I am too lazy to look up if it was, but the park was full to the brim at 2 a.m. and spirits were high, luck was had, and old friends came out for tequila and fancy dinner. This post is dedicated to Carissa Clay: she is a punk zombie sanguenetty, wake up!
I think summer is a supreme season for friends and late nights.

Heat Waves

With weather this nice two things are bound to happen:
1) My bank account dwindles to Nada due to the excess of beer and sandwiches I've been buying for trips to the park and....
2) I've taken far too many photos of sweaty friends.



All is well on the home front though, I am reading huge amounts of books and zines and dying for new music. Any suggestions? Please shoot them my way!

And Lastly, Miles cut a moustache into his face. He looks like this now, forever.

Dispose.

Long before digital photography and green consumerism, I relied heavily on disposable cameras and the one-hour photo processing at the Long's drugstore down the street. Back in the 6th grade a disposable camera was the hottest shit on the playground (besides your puffy Adidas jacket and teatherball, of course!)
I rediscovered the charm of disposable when I was too broke to buy Polaroid film for a few parties I was attending. The photos are grainy, blurry, disgusting and oh-so charming. Even in 2008, the disposable camera makes my friends appear absurdly 90's-and its wonderful.
These photos were all taken with two Fuji disposable cameras in 2007 and developed courtesy of those skilled Long's Drug employees.

P.S.

Miles took some photos of my new tattoo so I could share them with those of you I don't see on a regular basis. It is still all gooey and shiny but, whatever! Its here and I adore it. Thanks SO MUCH to Jared Powell at Black Saints tattoo. It was fun!