OOM: Max Caulfield

[little_pieces_of_time]

(OOM: "To photograph is to appropriate the thing photographed. It means putting oneself into a certain relation to the world that feels like knowledge - and, therefore, like power."

Or: Max Caulfield, Blackwell Ninja.)

Summer Beckons

[zenigatcha]

The door opens on the noise of a boisterous airport, with a voice announcing flights for any number of European nations and their gates. Zenigata is dressed down -- a short sleeve polo in powder blue over casual khakhis, checking his watch as he comes in before he realizes this is definitely not an airport's men's room.

"Huh," is all he says -- before he goes to handle his business, and comes back out and returns to the bar.

"Thanks for the step in," he says to the bar, settling in. He orders breakfast, and then snacks for the road, watching the bar with eyes that aren't so pinched and a jaw that is not so tense. Zenigata is thrumming with gentle contentment, which is strange for a man who is expecting to spend twelve hours in an airplane.

He might be abusing the bar to get better food to bring on the trip, though. But he's doing it with a smile.