I am collecting denim images and lifestyles as a prelude to creating a piece of artwork. I am also purchasing select pieces of denim in a goal to wear clothing only made in North America this year.
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Photograph c. late 1970s early 1980s taken on what was then known as the Piers by Alvin Baltrop
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"Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love."
(excerpt from poem How To Be A Dog, by Andrew Kane)
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Sirius & Remus
snippet from Casanova & his moon :
Chapter 28
"Strangers on this road we are on - we are not two, we are one," Sirius crooned - dramatic and wry, smoke pouring from his mouth.
Amber eyes turned to him, their edges crinkled in a sad sort of way before the tension they carried lifted. Remus smiled.
♫ So you've been where I've just come From the land that brings losers on So we will share this road we walk And mind our mouths and beware our talk 'Til peace we find, tell you what I'll do All the things I own I will share with you And, if I feel tomorrow like I feel today We'll take what we want and give the rest away ♫
"Strangers on this road we are on - we are not two, we are one," Remus sang back to him and the sound made Sirius' heart vibrate in his chest. The honey haired man picked up the crushed pack and lit his own cigarette, he kept his elbow on the passenger door and his free hand tapped the seat.
And then they were both belting the words, loud and lilting at the top of their lungs.
"Holy man and holy priest This love of life makes me weak at my knees And when we get there, make your play 'Cause soon I fear you're gonna carry us away"
The windows were down and it blew smoke, spectral and ghost like around the van and Sirius knew that if Remus never kissed him again, he would always have this and that was all that mattered in the world. As long as Remus was next to him, everything was alright. The dark haired man punctuated his singing with his hands hitting against the steering wheel and Remus continued tapping the beat out on the seat.
Tom Bianchi: Fire Island Pines, Polaroids 1975-1983
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