EVERYONE HAS A PRINCE STORY-
PLEASE SHARE YOURS


I've been thinking a lot about Prince
lately. In the past three days I've
gotten emails regarding extra tickets
to some of his concerts. This reminds
me of my favorite Prince story from
when I was a kid.

I once wrote a fan letter to Prince.
It read, 'Dear Prince, perhaps you
know my father....John Williams.'
That was my opening line. My 'hook'.
I was hoping Prince would think my
dad John Williams from Long Island
was actually THE John Williams-
composer of Star Wars fame.

I figured out of all the MILLIONS
and MILLIONS of fan letters Prince
received, when he got mine he would
think to himself, 'No WAY!!! Could
this be the DAUGHTER of JOHN WILLIAMS
composer of STAR WARS FAME???!!!'
And he would call over all his back
up dancers and they would shriek
and pass my letter around the
dressing room and then Prince would
have his 'people' contact my parents
and give my best friend Sharon and I
two tickets to his next concert
at Jones Beach.

Instead I never heard from Prince.
And to make it worse, my dad found
a rough draft of my note in the
garbage. To this day I've never
lived it down.

THAT DAY HAS COME--

POST PHOTO OF TATTOOED STRANGER WITHOUT
PERMISSION = ASS KICKED? OR NEW BLOG
FRIEND?

Well, do I have a story for you!

How did I know this day would finally come? If
you have a similar story to the one I am about
to tell please let me know via my comments
section.

I live in NYC. It is a big place. For months more
like years, I’ve taken photos of total strangers
that often don’t know I am shooting them. Many,
MANY people have asked me how I do it? Am I
ok with that? Do I think it’s wrong or right?
What if I get found out? What would I do?

I take photos but I am also a writer. I see
people around me as characters. The people I am
drawn to photograph, snap me out of the mundane
routine of life as if to say, Hey you! Look
over here! Get out of your head. Are you
getting this? Remember. Life isn't all about
you.

I am not a calloused bitch with no concern of
other people's privacy. The truth is however,
the drive to capture this person, to photograph
them in that exact moment doing that exact
thing is a force more powerful than worrying
if I might get caught.

Until today.

Was it an innocent photo I posted of an elderly,
non-internet savvy woman walking her dog
that got me in trouble?

Oh no. It was rather a tough looking
Tattooed Woman that did me in.

In my inbox today I got this:

"Hi - I saw a photo of one of my best friends on
your fotolog and recently showed it to her and
posted a story about it on my site today. I think
you might find it interesting. it would be awesome
if you could check it out and let me know what you
think...HERE

best regards,
C

Go to C’s link and read what she says about all
this. Not only is she a good writer (and I say
that not only so her tattooed friend doesn’t beat
me up-ha) but she brings up a lot of points
about blogs and privacy today.

Better yet-tell me what do you think?

BROOKLYN BASTILLE DAY

Yesterday-Sunday-was fantastic. There was a
hipster Bastille Day celebration in our cool
little Brooklyn neighborhood. The streets
were filled with all kinds of Ricard drinking
people and vespas and they blocked off a
couple streets and filled them with sand
for games of Petanque -French Bocce. People
took it VERY seriously while the rest of us
drank in the sun and ate french fries and
listened to old French music. Here are some
pictures from the day:

AMERICANS ARE FAT-I BLAME APPLEBEE'S



Have you ever been to Applebee's? It sucks. We decided
to stop there on a recent road trip because it was the
only thing around that seemed like it might actually
serve a salad.

Here are my deep thoughts on Appplebee's:

-Why is it Applebee's-apostrophe? Who does it belong to?

-Why the tag line 'the neighborhood favorites you've grown
to love'. Grown? As in were repulsed by the food before
but now somehow manage to force something down.

-Portions-why is everything on the menu you order enough
to feed a family of four? And when you take my order for
a small drink and call it 'super sized'-this confuses me.
Even more so, when you ask if I want my super sized drink
(small) upgraded to a 'grande' what could this possibly
mean? Something with an undertow?

-Why ask me when I order my salad if I want 'bacon, cheese
and egg on that'? I didn't order an Egg McMuffin.

-And lastly-the secret is out people. We figured out the
'wild' ingredients of your 'mexi-ranch' dressing. It is
salsa and ranch dressing. Back to the food lab for you.