JM, Lake Merritt, Oakland, late Summer 1978. Reading?
Wearing — I’m told by the artist (and my cousin) @moirahahnart — a hand-knit fisherman’s sweater that she’d brought back for me from Paros. The wash is coffee, the same coffee that was in the foreground cup.
A rubber band appears to be wrapped around the right-side temple, near the “temple tip,” to secure the glasses to my head. I imagine it irritated my ear. But I was running in those days, and cycling in the Berkeley hills, and glasses — their lenses being glass — were heavy in those days. I would be among the last holdouts to insist on glass spectacles.
7 November 2021