The photographs of N.P. Thompson


in the red

Fuck Trump. Fuck the mango-wigged, Russian asset pussy cry baby & his fucking enablers, the Senate Republi-cunts.

Defending democracy is patriotic.

the next voice you hear

Originally posted February 24, 2011

lose yourself in penury

Originally posted May 18, 2009

light in the dark

an ending…

lace and shadow

Lamar Penthouse

just we two


Bergdorf solo

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the last row

Mary Brown’s china

“…sometimes the law does not do what it should, and something being legal does not make it right.” — Stacey Abrams

The late Mary Brown was a close relative whom I scarcely knew: my grandfather’s sister. A country girl who married into money, she was a Southern grande dame, as extravagant as she was aloof.

She died from cancer (the treatments, not the disease) when I was in my early teens. Despite geographical proximity, I only saw Mary a couple of times in the single digits of my youth, and unlike other doting aunts and vying uncles, eager to be endearing, who courted me with candy bars and bakery treats, she never zeroed in on my presence. (Perhaps she disapproved of my mother’s status as a divorced woman, although Mrs. Brown had, seemingly, no qualms about her only daughter being married off to an eminently presentable gangster. That’s how things were in the Deep South back then.)

2 or 3 things I remember about her: (more…)

Place on Broad

violin lessons

walk-in closet – an epic

Circa Spring ’17.

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afternoon rise

vase in the elevator

lamps & leaves

blue chan variation


Originally posted December 31, 2010

South Broadway


Christmas at Tiffany

Christmas at Tiffany

Originally posted December 25, 2009

a hotel for Christmas


dialing M

something I dreamed last night

permanent collection

getting somewhere

getting somewhere