NL, BK. 2007.
My backyard. Torreón, Coahuila, México. September, 2007.
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.
You achieve great peace of mind when you talk with an old friend.
Lucky Numbers 2, 7, 11, 12, 13, 28.
I had 3 hours to walk around Hollywood Blvd. Images were taken on my last trip to visit Meg in L.A. We were trying the romantic idea. It lasted 6 months. We saw each other 3 times and talked almost every day. We tried. Logistically it ended on the phone. Realistically it ended when she wore the super tight shorts. I arrived in a car service. She waited at the nest. We walked and visited a lot of parks that weekend. Shopped of course.
A whole three months, the three dozen darkrooms at school, trouble making in Italy and California, and a few other European countries later.
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.