
the expired beach
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
Suzanne Muldowney, aka Underdog, at the Coney Island Mermaid Parade.
somewhere in the florida keys
semi-abandoned because, despite many rooms exposed to the elements and mold-ridden like this, there were signs of life: some rooms were locked with blinds down; other exposed rooms showed evidence of contractors (beyond the measly bag of mortar seen above); one room had a cleanish bed laid out that we suspected was being used by a prostitute; and most unusually, the pool out back was filled and chlorinated.
Joe, the artist Bunny and I met on our last road trip, met us on this trip and led us around shrimp boats and fishing villages in tourist-untrammeled Keys. Joe told stories of Monkey Tom, a wino who sold coconut shell heads for $5, and the two Ricos, each with their own tale of escape from Cuba and the hard adaptation to life in America. We only met one Rico and no Tom, but in one afternoon spent following Joe around the Keys, there was character and adventure to spare.
The boys' matching tee shirts read:
Attention
drunk ladies
free
breathalizer
test
blow here
In a side lot hard by the Mutineer restaurant in Florida City, this "auto show" set up shop, announced by a roadside marquee one step above a sandwich board that flagged down enthusiasts to strap your hands cross their engines between 7-10 on a saturday night. Bright lights shon, a dj just off stage left played rock and roll and a middle-aged woman (photo coming later, as will many of you) sashayed in a manner reminscent of Blue Velvet. And that was just my first night in Florida.
a defunct lunchmobile tucked under branches by the side of the stuffed pig cafe in marathon, fl.