Friday, August 29, 2008

The Houseboys of Summer

How poignant Labor Day always seems; the end of summer and all that. Even in San Francisco, we say goodbye to barefoot days; fresh tomatoes and peaches; and houseboys like Flaubert Herakles here undressing beneath the I-280 overpass under the mistaken impression that they are, in fact, at the beach. Silly pusses.


  1. Doesn't he know that covering up is discouraged between Memorial and Labor Day. Oh well... hopefully he'll remember next year. :)

  2. Those silly houseboys. A lot of brawn, but not much brain.

  3. And here I was worried when I first saw the picture that you had banished him to the rat room for being bad.


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