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dave

henry said, 'don't encourage him soph.'

(that's the punchline, i can barely remember the body of the joke, and it wouldn't be funny anyway).

story

more boy stuff, this time with a bit of narrative.

i went to meet them at their apartment on east third. this is the view from the rooftop.

we were always waiting on someone.

hanging on the fire escape after lunch at katz's deli

the next day we stopped at shakeshack for lunch before trooping up to guggenheim.

we lost/gave up on the others. i had no use for the collection, josh had no use for the exhibition.

the next day the boys made the short journey to brooklyn and we met up at el beit (ky's cafe). though this photo could have been taken anywhere really.

walking around williamsburg.

habana outpost - cuban street food and the best darn corn you'll ever eat.

colourful and hot. stinkin' hot.

this was rupert's birthday at the black keys show in central park.

i was going to give this photo its own post, purely because it cracks me up. dave.

a dapper bunch, the next evening on our way home from seeing al pacino (THE al pacino - forgeddit) as shylock in the merchant of venice. spec-tac-u-lar.

boys boys boys

matt (not posing).

darling david.

rupert.

rupert on his birthday.

henrryyy.

dave again.

josh.

and last but not least, ky.

my absolute favourite young men. it was unspeakably good to all be together again.

genius(es)

young patrick, ky and i ventured blindly down to elephant and castle yesterday. we bravely tackled the insane double round-a-bout and nonsensical subway system all for the great reward of the stanley kubrick archives.

out of so much (too much) information, i chose to look at a rough draft of nabokov's script for lolita, with kubrick's markings and pages and pages of notes. it was wonderful to see. so different from the finished product. and a reconfirmation of the genius of both men (but especially nabokov). 

an example : 

(stage directions) As if on cue, Quilty appears, crawling, blood-splattered, at the head of the stairs and subsides forever in a purple heap.

social

dinner with tess, harry, henry (shirt off, bien sur), and dave.

and michael too. (r.i.p).

down in nedlands

josh, dave and henry moved into a new place while i was away. it's heaps bigger than the last place (dave no longer shares a room) and henry has converted their garage into a moroccan den.

hookah, hat, and all (it's apple tobacco).

henry, justin and josh.