I’m trying to convince my family that moving to San Francisco means we can do this every weekend. Blog post and more pics here.
Editor/Photographer. Been blogging at citoyenmag.com for years. Now I like tumblr because I can follow you and you can follow me. I edit Turnstylenews.com, am originally from LA, CA, and love DF, MX. I currently reside in SF, CA. All photos are my own unless otherwise noted. Sometimes I take shitty photos, but I still love them. Feel free to use with attribution included. Thanks!
About Ask me anything
About Ask me anything
February 13, 2012
January 2, 2012
I’m not an avid videographer. But I did get a Canon EOS 7D for Christmas and decided to capture some images in motion on New Year’s Eve, along with a ton of pics. I’m debating on springing for the $59.95 Vimeo Plus account for HD viewing. For now you have to deal with the standard stuff…and my shaky camera work.
December 31, 2011
There were over 40 people at the hospital the day he was born. I remember sitting in the hospital waiting room and playing with my Nintendo Gameboy, listening to the chatter around me about this kid who was about to be the newest, and youngest, addition to our family.
At the time, I was still my parent’s prized son. But I knew that would change. And I was excited. I began fantasizing about how I would be more of an older brother to him instead of an uncle. How does an 11 year old act like an uncle anyway? The idea of being an uncle to someone was bizarre to me then and it’s still bizarre to me now. Which is why he never calls me Uncle Alex, or Tío Alex or whatever else uncles are called. Even my younger nieces and nephews call me Nino, even though I’m not their godparent. I don’t think uncle suits me much.
In our family, tío is for the older generation, the grey haired wise men. I’m not one of those. Not yet.
He’s my brother’s oldest. He is my parent’s first grandson. He’s my first nephew. And yesterday he turned 19 years old. Time is steady.
December 4, 2011
My lovely Annita: LA, CA: 2011.
Also, one day I hope to turn photography into a career. Far-fetched? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
November 25, 2011
November 25, 2011
Primos in Los Angeles frying the second of two turkeys. The fryer boils at 350 degrees and crisps the finest of bird skins. Over the last few years my cousin Enrique, donning the apron, has perfected his craft. He recently upgraded to an 18lb fryer and decided frying two turkeys and slabs of ham was the best way to break it in.
Next: he’ll be acquiring a basket for calamari, beef, and homemade french fries. This is why I love coming home.
November 5, 2011
God Save The Queen Youth: October, 2011.
September 6, 2011
The first photo above was taken with my uncle Cesar (left), friends (middle), and my uncle Enrique (right) in 1969. The car behind them is a 1950 Chevy that’s been in the family for decades.
I’m one of the youngest cousins at 30, but my older cousins have a surplus of stories about the car’s history. Hell, people are still arguing about whose it really is, but by arguing I mean the kind of talk that inspires people to tell more, and better, stories about the car.
I’d only known it to be a rusty thing in my uncle’s garage, always covered in dust, and taking up too much playing space. Talk about restoration in my tio Pancho’s house was like Los Angeles smog: murky with details but always present.
The photos below are the same vehicle, about 75% restored, taken this Labor Day weekend after a birthday celebration for my dad. My tio Pancho — the man leading the restoration charge — is in the driver’s seat, my tio Jose Luis in the passenger’s seat, my tio Cesar (backseat far left), my tio Enrique (backseat middle) and my dad (backseat right). The entire family came out to snap photos of the five driving around in their old friend. You think our kids will be snapping photos of us in our Volkswagon Jettas?
They just don’t make them like they used to.
August 19, 2011
Niece & Nephews: San Francisco, CA.
July 4, 2011
June 24, 2011
Amending New York’s Domestic Relations Law
Section 1. Legislative intent. Marriage is a fundamental human right. Same-sex couples and their children should have the same access as others to the protections, responsibilities, rights, obligations, and benefits of civil marriage. Stable family relationships help build a stronger society. For the welfare of the community and in fairness to all New Yorkers, this act formally recognizes otherwise-valid marriages without regard to whether the parties are of the same or different sex. It is the intent of the legislature that the marriages of same-sex and different-sex couples be treated equally in all respects under the law. The omission from this act of changes to other provisions of law shall not be construed as a legislative intent to preserve any legal distinction between same-sex couples and different-sex couples with respect to marriage. The legislature intends that all provisions of law which utilize gender-specific terms in reference to the parties to a marriage, or which in any other way may be inconsistent with this act, be construed in a gender-neutral manner or in any way necessary to effectuate the intent of this act.
(Source: open.nysenate.gov)
June 19, 2011
Happy Father’s Day pops. Above, sometime in 65’, dreamin’.
April 24, 2011
It didn’t matter that there were sights to see outside. The thought of strolling around a foreign city doesn’t make them happy at this age. What makes them happy is being surrounded by the people they know care about them deeply. They want to be themselves, comfortable, laughing, privately glistening with a surplus of joy, and having that joy matched by us.
Some of my fondest childhood memories include hotel room nights in Las Vegas because that’s where my parents could afford to go for vacations. The idea of European excursions, Caribbean relaxation or South East Asia adventures was for people who had money. But it didn’t matter. What I loved the most about vacations when I was a kid was being able to be silly, laugh, and exude colossal fits of joy without repercussions.
I look at these captured smiles and know exactly what they mean. It is the etching of a fond memory, in progress.
April 24, 2011
My family came to San Francisco this weekend. Most of the time here was spent eating, laughing and riding public transportation, which - in the heavily touristy areas - can be a disaster. Of the many highlights, Jacob’s first cable car ride, my mom buying six sourdough rolls from Boudin Bakery, celebrating my nephew’s acceptance to San Francisco State University and introducing my Dad to Blue Bottle Coffee. He was extremely delighted.
February 2, 2011
My cousin is currently scanning and uploading over 3,000 family negatives from the last 70 years. He sent me this one of my dad, paddling from Acapulco Bay to Isla La Roqueta some time in the 60’s. I showed my dad the image on my phone and he laughed. “We were really dumb back then. We decided to paddle because we thought it would be cool, but it’s all open ocean!”
To date, I’ve never been that ripped.
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