i was on my way to a gallery party on spring street last night when it happened.
i got off the F at broadway lafayette, dawdled inside of otto toosi plohound (shoes on sale!) for a minute, then turned the corner on to prince street.
as i walked east on prince street, i noticed a tall guy crossing the street towards me, between the parked cars.
he was smoking, and as he stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of me, i saw that it was BENICIO DEL TORO.
i stopped breathing, and i think i stopped walking, too - he just kept going and got buzzed into a building next to the tibetan store.
the subject of my stencil project, the man i love taking pictures of when he's on the TV, my "second husband."
benny the bull.
he looked really good. he is so tall, and chiseled, and rough-and-tumble...
le double sigh.
i'm sorry, johnny, you were my number one, i've loved you since i was 16, but you've got a waif/wife and there's just no beating the bull. he's the only one for me.