first times.

The first time I ever did laundry, I forgot to put soap in. I realized this when I took the clothes out and they were soaking wet but still dirty. I asked my mom if I had to run them through again and she said yes. I thought maybe the water was enough. The first […]


Inspiration is sometimes hard to come by and sometimes overflowing. I think I figured this out when I was really young but I didn’t know how to articulate it until I was older. Until I was, ostensibly, “an adult,” and could point to myself in times of stagnancy and understand that it’s okay to not […]

tropical terrace.

We wake up early and dress quickly, stopping for something to eat before heading north on the PCH towards Malibu. The night before I’d googled hikes in LA and picked this one for its payoff: the ruins of Tropical Terrace, a mansion that burned down in Solstice Canyon in 1982. Now it’s preserved as a […]

the highs and lows.

We wake up late. Or rather, I wake up early and lay staring out the enormous windows in Amanda’s apartment. I look at my phone—5 AM. There are no curtains and each window is wide open, letting the sun and morning noises of Echo Park spill into the studio. I go back to sleep. We […]

the museum game.

I can’t remember the first museum I ever went to, but I remember an early one—maybe middle school, maybe early high school. My parents took me on a trip to Niagara Falls that included a border crossing into Ontario. I have no idea what museum it was (Royal Ontario Museum? Museum of History & Art?) […]

photo diary/ the louvre.

photographs taken at the Louvre in Paris, France with a Minolta X-700 works of art, in order: 1 & 2: The Winged Victory of Samothrace, artist unknown 3: Mona Lisa by Da Vinci 4: Venus de Milo by Alexandros of Antioch 5: St. Mary Magdalene, attributed to Gregor Erhart 6: Portrait of Madame Recamier by Jacques Louis David

what isn’t there.

I start a lot of stories with—I don’t know if this actually happened. That’s a side effect of having a shitty memory, one ill-suited to record the goings on of a childhood spent mostly alone, mostly outdoors. There’s more to it, of course. I’m sure they’ll come out with a study (if they haven’t already) […]