Romaine Brooks, Ida Rubinstein, 1917
Lines and Simplicity.
Joaquin Reyes, 15, sits next to his mother Shirley and listens in anguish to his father’s voice on the phone when he calls from federal prison Tuesday (Feb. 28).
Julio Reyes doesn’t exist.
He is a voice on speakerphone, telling his wife and his two youngest sons Joaquin and Alejandro that he loves them from prison. He is a letter worn at the creases, written by a cellmate who can read and write.
… But on paper, he is nowhere. As an undocumented Mexican national, Julio Reyes has no birth certificate, no social security number, no driver’s license and no proof that he has lived and worked in Northern New Mexico for most of his life.
Gem Creature by Dain Fagerholm
when i saw seals on acid.
I will always need one obsession to replace the other.