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Men by The Water

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02-10-25 | Castro St., 1978. Crawford Wayne Barton. via aimer-imaginer-penser. MisterLemonzMen.tumblr.com/archive

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Jason Evans, San Francisco, late 1970s - Crawford Barton

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Crawford Barton (June 2, 1943 – June 12, 1993) was an American photographer. His work is known for documenting the blooming of the openly gay culture in San Francisco from the late 1960s into the 1980s.

Many of Barton's images documenting long-haired freaks dancing in the street, love-ins in the park, "dykes on bikes," cross-dressers in the Castro, and leather men prowling at night have become classics of the gay world. He photographed some of the first Gay Pride parades and protests; Harvey Milk campaigning in San Francisco; and celebrities including poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti and actors Sal Mineo and Paul Winfield.

It was his circle of friends and acquaintances that inspired his most intimate erotic photography, especially his lover, Larry Lara. Barton described Lara as the “perfect specimen, as crazy and wonderful and spontaneous and free as Kerouac, so I’m never bored and never tired of looking at him.” Considered as a single body of work, his photographs of Lara dancing in the hallway of their flat on Dorland Street, a bearded hippie in the door of a cabin in Marin, a sensual nude in the hills of Land's End, suggest the fullness, richness and complexity of the man he loved most.

In addition to his fine art photography, Barton worked on assignment for The Advocate and the Bay Area Reporter, as well as The Examiner, Newsday', and the Los Angeles Times.

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Jean Genet, by Leonor Fini (1950)

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Arcmanoro Niles (American b. 1989), The Tribulation of Atlas, 2011, Oil on canvas

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Where Do I Begin, my latest painting, acrylic paint on canvas paper, 16/20 inches, 2026 available for purchase

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“This hour, this day, this minute and all that remains of a season.

A summer of empty

A summer of everything

As July’s humid night envelopes me in isolation, speaking of a long awaited rain, coming to soothe a fevered, blistering garden.

The bygone blooms that flowered so easily in a Spring when all was pretend and the nights became day and days into night.

And every flowering as effortless as a forgotten sorrow as a distant memory but never really that far from the garden gate.

Let the morning come, so I can dig into the salty earth and turn this soils into fertile ground. Shaking the seeds that will grow with love and care into all that remains of a season”…Richard Stabbert

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« Cette heure, ce jour, cette minute et tout ce qui reste d’une saison.

Un été de vide

Un été de tout

Alors que la nuit humide de juillet m’enveloppe dans l’isolement, parlant d’une pluie tant attendue, venue apaiser un jardin fiévreux, brûlant.

Les fleurs d’antan qui fleurissaient si facilement dans un printemps quand tout était faux et que les nuits devenaient jour et jours en nuit.

Et chaque floraison aussi facile qu’un chagrin oublié comme un lointain souvenir mais jamais vraiment si loin de la porte du jardin.

Que le matin arrive, pour que je puisse creuser à même la terre salée et transformer ces terrains en un sol fertile. Secouer les graines qui pousseront avec amour et soin dans tout ce qui reste d’une saison »

Richard Stabbert

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My Life Isn't A Reaction To You

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Ma vie n'est pas une réaction contre toi

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Talking to Myself

Maybe none of this will matter in the blink of the universe. At least though you're here you can try to have some joy with the sorrow. It’s already enough to know one day you’ll die. Why not love in the face of it? Try to love. Fail to love. Love all the same. I write this knowing I’ll run from whatever that concept is. So much easier to place the letters down on an empty space than see it in the face of someone I want to love me.  

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Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky, poets, New York City, December 30, 1963. 📸 by Richard Avedon.

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self portrait by Louis Fratino

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Keith Haring, Grace Jones, Fela Kuti and Basquiat

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photo by Andy Warhol