Photo Shop

By Alex Sawit

20 December, 2010

 

“So have you posted the pictures yet?” she asked.

Oops.

I’d totally forgotten that ‘Dite has been expecting me to upload at least some of the photos she’s taken at the shop over the course of a month. When she asked me again the other week, without thinking I quickly responded with a vague but acceptable, “Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. I’ll do it soon!”

Double oops.

You see, ‘Dite (as in Aphrodite, the mythological Greek goddess), is Cyrano’s recently designated photographer-in-residence and is sometimes identified at Cyrano Wine Photo Shop as, “That girl over there with the big *** camera!”

[CUT TO ITALIAN-AMERICAN GUY AT THE BAR DUCKING TO AVOID SWINGING WIDE ANGLE LENS WHILE CHICKS IN HOOKER HEELS GIGGLE AROUND LIGHTING EQUIPMENT.]

Jokes aside, her fellow Cyrano friends always light up with smiles when she’s around. The lady’s an artist, which is something I’ve witnessed on the number of occasions that she’s turned our place into a photographer’s studio (like the time she got her model, Marie, to project a mood that “set things on fire”).

Okay, here it is, ‘Dite. Sorry it’s just a measly few and mostly “family” shots. Sorry, too, for procrastinating. Boo-yah!

 

 

South African Chenin Blanc and Cabernet Rosé.
Nice wine racks, too.

 

Ya know, folks love our bar stools and that ottoman couch.

 

What a pain it was to hand-carry that Doisneau poster on the plane from Paris.
‘Twas worth it, though.

 

Haven’t raised the shutters.

 

What the…’Dite has another tattoo???

 

Observation #1: At Cyrano, some folks wanna stay and work…

 

…while others just wanna work on staying.

 

If only Cyrano friends would quit smoking…sigh.

 

We call this the garapata flower vase.

 

Observation #2: On any average night at Cyrano…

 

…you can count on hanging out with anything but average folks.

 

Definitely anything but average. How’s it going, Shimizu-san?

 

L to R: Our lady neighbor M who stays across the street; the dude who made the garapata vase; our photographer-in-residence.

 

Suddenly, the dude who made the garapata vase asked,
“How about a picture of just M and Shimizu-san?”

 

Don’t blame us M. It was his suggestion.

 

“…And then the rabbi said…”