i'm continuously fascinated by the thought that behind every unremarkable door,

and ubiquitous ten foot high wall,

within every latin american city bar none,

there exists, in all likelihood,

a hidden garden, terrace, refuge, utopia -

call it what you will.

every single one contains a story - or rather many.

shameless artistic rip-off of a cross between bruno barbey 

& lee friedlander

(if you can imagine such a monster)

flamboyant banker crossing

until recently my only source for the carbohydrate narcotic

known as pao de queijo was at nolita favorite, cafe colonial

i choose to believe that this is an inanimate TMFB

shameless portrait sitting; post carnaval all-nighter chez pacha floripa

(take note of consistent perma-grins)

vila do abraao, ilha grande

argentine visa requirements stipulate that any

and all foreign persons publishing, posting or otherwise communicating

to/with the outside world with reference to

their time spent in argentina (or any other latin american country)

must depict, demonstrate, describe, show or otherwise make mention of

the almighty yerba mate

(regardless of whether one prefers a good strong coffee any day of the week)

corporate workhorse: michael howe

(and a couple posers)

when unemployed, why not turn to shameless corporate prostitution?

lopez mendes, ilha grande

it has it's fair share of detractors, but i for one love a good morning acai

sergio avello, museo de arte latinoamericano de buenos aires (MALBA)

if this fails to bring a smile to your face, you weren't raised north of the 49th parallel

despite considerable evidence to the contrary, rio ain't all about flossin', booties & hardbodies

(that being said, the subjects above were representative of the exception not the rule)

i'm in brazil for the next week and a half but in lieu of some photos, a quote of a quote (how deplorable) - afterall, the internet is nothing if not a carnival of regurgitation:

¨to be a tourist is to escape accountability. errors and failings don't cling to you the way they do back home. you're able to drift across continents and languages, suspending the operations of sound thought.

Don Delillo
"The Names"

the years teach much that the days never knew

ralph waldo emerson

cementerio de la recoleta - monuments to vanity

what a relief to see they're now "new more durable"

standard issue camping supply store handguns

uncharacteristically happy

alas, we had to settle for a loft with merely a roof terrace, no plunge pool

recent NYC escapee & current BA co-conspirator, simon

things i rarely tire of

ideal BA pied-a-terre

apparently some still have faith in the kirchner government

tmfb

the ubiquitous BA dog-walker

tmfb

as if it was yesterday

sunrise, day 2 (not altogether bad for day 1)