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Somewhere near Museum Road. We went to see my friend Blanka Amezcua's work at El Museo Del Barrio. We couldn't find her. We came home and sat on the balcony.
February 13, 2008
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My name's Raúl Hofer Torres. All names are borrowed. I am a cliché. Raúl is my father's. Hofer is my ex-step-father's. It was shortened from the Austrian Topritzhoffer. Torrés is my mother's. It belonged to a hacienda Don near my hometown of Torreón, Coahuila, México. He took care of my great-grandfather after his family was murdered by Revolutionary fighters. I grew up and was educated around the world thank you to my family's work. I was a spoiled diplomatic/military brat. I reside in one of Mario's buildings in the Williamsburg area of Brooklyn NY. The people in the images and text range from a complete stranger approached on the street, to a model, a friend, a lover, or a family member. Someone I got attached to. The stories are new and old. Me in non-chronological order. "X" means nudity.
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