A Saturday afternoon and we’re walking through the sweaty corridor of Haight street in San Francisco. We are passing a man who wants money for weed. I smell nothing but incense and urine and pizza and sweat, and I wonder if Haight will ever grow up out of its Tibetan-American phase, whether Chas will ever grow out of his nipple fascination.
No, and probably not.
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Irene | 02-May-07 at 10:27 am | Permalink
nice capture!
Amy | 02-May-07 at 4:24 pm | Permalink
That picture is classic. We giggle when we go thru our wedding reception pictures from the Salt Lick. His hand is in exactly the same place on every single one. 🙂
Juli Alis | 02-May-07 at 6:08 pm | Permalink
Was he yelling “my nipple! my nipple!” at the top of his lungs?
Steph | 02-May-07 at 6:35 pm | Permalink
No, that would be a Winnikinism 🙂
Chas, as usual, was gruntchuckling. Men.
M | 03-May-07 at 4:33 am | Permalink
I love this picture! What an interesting angle and the gaze of the camera…
Heels | 03-May-07 at 3:51 pm | Permalink
Followed melissa’s link over here. This is a fantastic site–love your voice, your artwork and your boys.
I will be back to read more. That Illustration Friday “Glamour” piece… Lovely.
christina | 06-May-07 at 2:30 am | Permalink
Love it!