She Keeps Her Heart Protected...

Far Away From her Sleeve...

Hometown Glory.

Canadian Tux.

I gave thanks yesterday.
Thankful for all that is and all that was.
All that will soon be, mostly.
 Before I was waiting, anticipating.
I let go.
And then I was let back in.
Back into you, around you, beside you.
No longer behind you.
No longer in your shadow.
You are only in my light.
Left the only darkness I knew.
Back there.
Over there.
4,000 km's over there.
Don't stare.
I won't blink, I've played this game too many times.
Close my eyes and your gone forever.
Take a step back, Step back together.

Chaos in 2.

Sex on a stick at the Sex Museum. Suck on my Lolliop?

My hood.

New York Fuckin City.

Bring on the madness.

Not so PG Coffee Table book.

Genius collaboration with Keith Haring.

Gearing up for the chaos. Olympics of fashion. Run walking constantly. Charge your mind, charge your body, charge your camera. Eat a burger for the models, they're hungry. Glamazons in the concrete jungle. Coffee and cigarettes. Take notes, take deep breathes, take over. Outfits check. Redbull check. Visine check. Cigarettes check.check.check. Camera check. Check mate.

Cross Me.

. . .

Pull The Trigger

They tell me to run
Look the other way
Just keep going
Don't look back
But I think I'm going to stay
My head always has something else to say
A never ending struggle
My heart and head will they ever get along
Need to find a balance
Need to quiet the argument
Please let there be silence
For now I'll just keep running
While standing still