Sometimes I’m worried where San Francisco is heading. Sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I’m worried one day all the weirdos will be gone. Sometimes I’m worried we’re just completely failing the ones who are left.
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It was a rough entry. Babies come with hats. Ours was 8 pounds, 8.9 ounces and 22 inches long…. With nice ears, close to the head, as my very Polish Auntie Dorothy used to say…
Joanna, 18th Street, 8 1/2 months pregnant.
Joanna, Cafe Le Morais, 3 days before delivery.
September 26th, Kaiser Hospital, San Francisco.
Kaiser Hospital, September 27th.
Self Portrait as a Father, Sans Child.
Bed time, Eureka Street House.
2am, Eureka Street House.
Sometimes I hate color. Sometimes I can’t decide. My wife likes to tell people I’m color blind. They believe her because she’s a doctor.
Word on the street, in Kodak Portra 400…
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Last take with Adrianna in the studio back in June, with yet another not so thinly veiled homage to Helmut. Still miss that ladder…
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Last of the weirdness with Jessie in the studio, a thinly veiled homage to the late, great Helmut Newton… my contractor ran off with the little old wooden ladder in these photographs and I’m really bummed about it…
Check out Jessi’s work here… https://www.instagram.com/epicallyjessically/
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