Jonathan Shaw is finishing up his rewrite of Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes and is suiting up for a cross-country motorcycle trip of Brazil. Over the next few weeks we will be featuring some travel-related blogs. This one was found in an old journal from 1978 and takes place in Suriname. Enjoy! RUNNING AWAY by […]
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MAYRA GOMES! JS and Eugene Hütz and other gypsies in Rio. JS and Eugene Hütz on the bike in Copacabana.
read moreHere is a short chapter from Jonathan Shaw’s upcoming memoir Scabvendor: Confessions of a Tattoo Artist: “A man becomes like those whose society he loves.” – Hindu proverb Voices singing, bottles breaking… A ship blows a horn nearby. A rum-soaked, tropical night emerging from yellow shadows. Lively open-aired cantinas click into focus, eyes clicking new […]
read moreI’m sitting by my motorcycle at the end of the beach in Ipanema at the end of the day. The waves are breaking at my feet as the last human remnants of the frantic beach day scramble around before fading into the shadows of impending night. Everything is perfect here. The air temperature feels just […]
read moreThe View From Here- Random slices of daily life in Rio from my phone’s camera.
March 4, 2009
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Lapa during Carnaval. It’s like Where’s Waldo of alkies and perverts… Except they’re everywhere! The Paderia at breakfast time. Favelas Santa Teresa at Dawn.
read moreA blue and white sign on the wall. JUST FOR TODAY. Look down. A cold colorless blue linolium floor. Feet. Legs. Shorts, skirts, shoes, socks, sandals, human beings… I look up again like a deep sea diver coming up for air. There is no air. People, shirts, arms, skin, faces. Colors, textures. Black plastic and […]
read moreScabvendor.com would like to thank Amy Fields for sharing her book with us. You can read her last two excerpts by scrolling down. I wake up the next morning to birds chirping. Strange. Was I still in New York? I jolt up and for a split second wonder where I am. I’m in a loft […]
read moreContinued from yesterday. They take off on his motorcycle. I decide to go. I am not ready to give up yet, so I freshen up my make up and me and my floppy heel walk down to Third Street and Ave C to Roxanne’s apartment. When I arrive, brown paper bags and straws in tow, I wade through […]
read moreScabvendor.com is happy and proud to introduce Amy Fields as a guest writer today. Amy, a native Texan, for many years was a fashion model, designer and writer in New York City. For the next few days we will be featuring excerpts from her book-in-progress in between our regular blog programming. Amy is not only a […]
read moreGod is in the details. Ash Wednesday, party’s over. But the bright yellow flowers on my porch are all wilted and limp now from the obscene, senseless heat of the day. Hasn’t rained in over a week now. The same dreary pre-Lenten dry season that surrounded all my frantic comings and goings two years ago […]
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