A week before the election, spotted the first #MDM float after countless sightings of #FRELIMO supporters across #Mozambique
Just arrived in Mozambique after travels through Swaziland. Will be based out of Maputo for the next 6 months while working on a documentary. Here’s to learning some Português ASAP.
Great piece of flash fiction by Gerry Galvin. He passed away on March 1st.
Late night. Doug gone to bed. A few drinks and Megan’s woes poured out of her. Sometimes she’s suicidal.
“I could jump from this bloody balcony,” she said as her hand consoled itself in mine.
“Somebody did it from the nineteenth floor last week, instant, painless.” Both her hands were now grieving on my thigh. I felt her pain.
She stood up suddenly, leaning outward on the slender railings. Fearing she might jump into the dark I reached out to her. Afterwards, smelling of each other, she refilled our glasses. I thought I heard a toilet flush.
“Doug,” she snapped, “pissing his life away, he’s such a selfish shit.” In full view of the night stars we made love again.
Next day Doug was not his usual, affable self. He drove me to the airport and sat with me in the bar. Suddenly he blurted out “I think Megan is having an affair.”
“Jesus, Doug.” I exclaimed, feigning incredulity, “how do you know?”
“Used condoms, used fucking condoms in my own apartment.”
“Sure I’m sure, I found one on the balcony this morning.”
I sipped my drink with undue delicacy, camouflaging the riot in my head.
“I’ll kill the bastard!”
His rage reddened, blossoming from the neck upwards. When my flight was called we shook hands. I wanted to say something but couldn’t. Why should I feel guilty? I hadn’t used a condom.
my latest video for Moving Mavins that follows Anne on her moving day after 4 decades in the same house.
Shooting a “videoclip” for the Mexican band Arcano in Dumbo.
Check out the trailer for the web series The 3 Bits that I DP’d back in November!
Constant conversation. Brooklyn, NY.
White Christmas in NJ.
City never sleeps