Strings

On Sunday I visited the Southend Open Studios for some major inspiration. I stopped at the studio building at 551 Tremont Street only to get stuck at the first open door, where Roosevelt Pires repairs all kinds of string instruments in a creative mess. Everywhere pieces of ukuleles, guitars, cellos and violins peak out of shelves, boxes, wraps like curious little creatures trying to catch a glimpse of the world.

It is not every day that someone plays the cello for you in the stairways of a an old brownstone. And as long as Agustin played the instrument that Roosevelt had made for him some years ago, I could not bare parting.

Memories

It was a busy weekend. On Saturday I covered a Phi Beta Alpha fraternity reunion for Northeastern University, which reminded me again of why I like photographing people: These guys were delighted to see each other again after who knows how many years.