I’ve been sick and traveling and now I’m still sick but finally stationary and jet-lagged, the kind that wakes you up out of the blue at 5 in the morning, the kind that sends you to bed before 10. It felt good to get to California. S pointed out the plane’s window and I leaned […]
I got into Los Angeles last night for what will be an extended summer stay. I’ll write more soon about my recent travels, but until then enjoy this amazing gif Amanda made of me. She took the footage on her roof last August. It’s me, in gif-form! I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly amused.
I lived in New York for four years and never really fell in love with it. There are parts I love, sure, like the Bethesda Fountain and the three archways under the terrace in Central Park. The Audubon Center in Prospect Park. The Green-Wood Cemetery. And there are streets I love, blocks I love, […]
Megan stands in front of a beautiful vine-covered wall in Saratoga Springs, New York. photograph taken with a Canon 60D.
photographs taken in Saratoga Springs, New York with a Canon 60D. model & crafter of those lovely paper flowers: Megan. & she sells them, too! see her website or leave a comment with your email address for more info.
My mother ran my father over when I was nine or ten years old. I was in the backseat at the time and I remember the unmistakably bump of car-over-body and for a moment it was almost worse—the car kept rolling backwards, my mother trying to jump over the middle console to get from the passenger’s seat […]
I’ve left many places. When I was eighteen, I left my home for the first time. I went to a small school on the shores of Massachusetts. Four months later I left that place and I went to another school, this one in the middle of Boston. Four months later I left that school and […]
…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. […]
The bus from Palm Springs to downtown LA broke down in a tiny, nameless desert town. Nobody spoke English. The bus driver didn’t speak English. The man sitting next to me—an overjoyed, perpetually smiling character who was traveling with his large family and who kept offering me pieces of some kind of Mexican flatbread—couldn’t speak […]
photographs taken in Montmartre, Paris, France with a Minolta X-700