Photograph Smile

I don't even have a good excuse. As usual, I've been living, rewriting my novel, fighting the urge to just become a full-time couch potato when I'm not doing creative things. I've done a lot since the last entry and there's a lot I could tell you.

Instead I've come with a peace offering. Photos. Some of them, you may have seen before, but I'll try to keep it unprecedented.

First there was the free Common concert in Santa Monica I went to the day Finding Forever was released.



My feelings with this album fluctuate. (Basically I'm obsessed with "The People," "Southside," and "Black Maybe," am indifferent to most of the rest.) But I'm proud of Com and look forward to seeing him in American Gangster.

My glamorous life as a writer. Look at all the fun I'm having!

The infamous Questlove DJ set from a few weeks ago.



Some pics from my Mom's visit out here in June. The non-ghetto candy related pics, anyway. At our fave seafood spot in San Pedro, the 22nd Street Landing.


Man, everybody's trying to be my stepdad!


Moms trying to figure out how we lost out on our inheritance.


Moms is ill coming off that D-line, yo


Back in February, I did my first photo shoot (as a photographer) for a young shoe designer/model named Amanda Raye. Here's some of the best:


I always loved this one. I told her it would make a great album cover should she ever, you know, decide to become the new queen of r&b soul or something.





Hopefully that will keep you occupied until I hit you with the next stunner. It's been a busy year, and I think the best is yet to come.