a fantasy anthropological study of african skinhead fashion from the early seventies, as photographer clayton cubitt calls it. a stunning set of photographs, don’t you think? be sure to see the rest of the series on his website.

it’s april, the rain is washing clean the sidewalks, and i’m tired. the kind of tire that nullifies time and the responsibilities that it brings, if only in my mind. this tiredness seems to me a rewarding feeling though. it slows me down, and it makes me take in the chaos that exists in the present moment, even in the simplest of things, like the rain outside. within an instant, puddles emerged out of the pavement. it could’ve taken a minute or thirty but i didn’t keep count. i just listened to them grow. sensational splashes against the hum of city noises.

all the tire will be out by tomorrow night though cause andrew bird‘s coming to town. i am considering bringing my cello along as an excuse to join him on stage. pizzicato party!