Matador the First:
1/52 – I voted.
Matador the First:
2/52 – I’m the only one who ever cares to remember much of anything—just a sentimental fool with a Coke bottle in his hand.
Matador the First:
3/52 – Waiting for the shutter to fire.
Matador the First:
4/52 – You can’t tell, but I’m excited to be going home for Thanksgiving.
Matador the First:
5/52 – You gotta eat.
Matador the First:
6/52 – I’m done with finals—at least till the end of spring semester.
Matador the First:
7/52 – Tiredness.
Matador the First:
8/52 – That game wore me out.
Matador the First:
9/52 – The cheesecake wasn’t too good at all.
Matador the First:
10/52 – Get me outta black and white!
Matador the First:
11/52 – I just really want to take a nap.
Matador the First:
12/52 – Studiavo per l’esame sulla lingua italiana.
Matador the First:
13/52 – Pre-Super Bowl excitement.
Matador the First:
14/52 – It's Thursday. And?
Matador the First:
15/62 – Mmmm, Freschetta.
Matador the First:
16/52 – If this were in a film noir it would be a cliché.
Matador the First:
17/52 – The return of Matt Inthehat Matrisciano.
Matador the First:
18/52 – What good is a phone call if you are unable to speak? Stop smiling! It’s not funny!
Matador the First:
19/52 – We’re going home!
Matador the First:
20/52 – Eyes. Headphones. Street Style.
Matador the First:
21/52 – Black lines and white spaces.
Matador the First:
22/52 – Still stuck on black and white.
Matador the First:
23/52 – Not my prescription glasses.
Matador the First:
24/52 – Una statua sovietica con una cravatta rossa.
Matador the First:
25/52 – In the yard globe.
Matador the First:
26/52 – The Smile, the Face.
Matador the First:
27/52 – CutoutFiction.
Matador the First:
28/52 – The historian.
Matador the First:
29/52 – The DSC-W50 comes back to life.
Matador the First:
30/52 – Arching an eyebrow.
