Point Yacht Club, Durban, South Africa 2004

this is where I lived for about a year in Durban, South Africa. It looks so serene and at times it was. It is also a mere 100ft from where I saw a man stabbed to death one morning on the way back from grabbing a paper at the corner market. Durban was like that though, perfect and scary as shit. Extreme wealth and nice hair and absolute poverty and anger. I wonder how long before more cities in America will start to reflect this reality. Those gated communities must seem like a pretty good investment lately.

studio apt. on long street, durban, South Africa 2005

This is one of the few times he let me stage the scene for a photo. It isn't much really, I just liked the colors more than anything. And I know he likes himself when he plays guitar. He also let me bleach his hair and that was nice. I did his at the same time I did mine. It made me feel like we were close, like he was mine.

delray beach, florida 2006

I think I would have liked Florida in the 50's more than I like it now. The idea of men in hats and jackets, the whole world black and white.

denis is watching the waves

this is the man i love. he is looking at the waves i believe. he is aware i am taking this photo i know. he told me that before me he had almost no photos of him taken his entire life. Like because he was the youngest of three boys he maybe got lost in the hub-bub. I take photos of him quite often. I still don't 'see him' in these photos I take though. I want to keep trying to find him through my lens, I think i will-sometimes i am sure, mostly just disappointed again and again. I will keep trying because i know it is important to find this man.

curbside at delray beach waiting for denis to catch a wave, 2006