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.

4 comments:

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

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

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  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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