4 Mar 2015

About Life, About Mystery

About Life, About Mystery

The shop window on Wisconsin Avenue is empty.  Inside the glass room is a door that leads to the darkness.  The combination of this darkness door, the street lights reflected in the glass and the promise that the blank space will be filled up one day again, instills in me a wild excitement.  Truly!           […]

10 Feb 2015

Butter on a Plate & Hat Swapping in the Bathroom

Butter on a Plate & Hat Swapping in the Bathroom

The whole hotel is my beat so I’ve got to drift. I’ve got to find the swirled butter on the plate. Regard this spiraled stack of paper napkins. This miniscule, considered bit of hospitality intrigues me.  I like to chase the shadows of bicyclists with my camera from a height of 23 stories.   On weekends […]

3 Jan 2015

To Properly Crash A Wedding You Just…

To Properly Crash A Wedding You Just…

In the lounge by the fire I meet a clump of kids and their parents. There are six empty mugs of hot cocoas and the dad tells me they all came here to enjoy the holiday décor. The nearest décor (that I suddenly notice with fresh décor searching eyes) are the stuffed stockings that hang […]

9 Dec 2014

The Woman Who Eats Cake Every Day

The Woman Who Eats Cake Every Day

Debbie was working as a pastry chef when a customer came in wanting a cake like the one they saw in Martha Stewart Magazine. The customer said they’d been to every bakery in town, but no one would do it. Debbie was shocked to hear that, but the bakery where she worked was not properly […]

12 Oct 2014

Pin the Eagle On the Mother

Pin the Eagle On the Mother

Five moments of learning from the past week at the Pfister.   1. A kid from Chicago comes to my typewriter and gawks. I allow him to type whatever he wants: “HAa Liamisthe greatest Pat and Kerianne suck and wish they could do this hahah”   2. A girl comes up and I also explain […]

20 Sep 2014

This Is His Fifth Wedding In Three Years

I’m drinking tropical hibiscus in the lounge when a woman enters the vicinity clopping her tongue like a horse along to the ambient music. I record this occurrence in my notebook, take a swig of tea, and stand to meet the clip clop woman so as to tell her how much I appreciate triumphal people […]