shooting alan carey the other day at prospect park. the sweetest kid ever. i told his booker dave i flew across the oceans just to shoot him! so he has to give me alan. 小 alan looks at you the way a puppy does. awww. he no judge, and full of enthusiasm, teenage rage and love. only seventeen and so golden. while we had the final shot at the tunnel, the gentleman with the saxophone was playing over the rainbow. you can not just not love moment like this, that would only happen in new york. also is shooting and hanging out with people i love, who love me for who i am. new york always turns me into somebody loved