Towering

Hubris

Sign of the times

To Serve And Protect

47th Street, Chicago.

Sunset

Chicago, May 14.

Piece of Ass

Brownstoned

Fertility

Meow.

I wrote a tart little note on SALON in response to the article about James Franco's shitty short story published in Esquire...

James Franco, Esq.

The real shame isn't that Franco wrote some drek; rather, it's that Esquire saw fit to publish it.

It's embarrassing that the desperation to sell magazine copies turns Esquire into a vanity press for celebrities.

Well done, lads. Starfuckery triumphant! Oh, well done.

*golf applause*

Had to be said, since Esquire is notoriously selective about what gets published, and the ONLY reason Franco's piece was picked up is because it was JAMES "I Can't Honestly Act Very Well" Franco.

Christening

Loomer

Hearty

Downtown

Armitage and Clark, facing south, toward downtown.

Perseverance

Sycamore in Kenwood.

Heartless

Bebe-Watching

State Street and Van Buren.

Ridden

Flasher

Not that you'd immediately divine this, but this was a fire truck going by, lights flashing. I shook the camera to capture the light and motion. I love the intensity of the lights in it.

Light Blizzard.

Flaking Out.