the first chapter.

My first novel came out on Tuesday. The past two days have been amazing & ridiculous. I cannot yet put them into words. So here is the first chapter of the book. I hope you would consider supporting my art & work & buying a copy, if the following excerpt interests you. You can also find […]

spain in black and white.

I find the rolls of film in a desk drawer. I’ve been moving around a lot- New York to Connecticut to Scotland to Los Angeles- and things are resurfacing. Lost things are being found. Two rolls of black and white film. I think they’re both from Edinburgh and so I’m not in a rush to […]

symptoms.

The symptoms of stress are funny. A couple days ago Amanda and I sat in a coffee shop working on the last round of edits for a book we started writing three years ago. It’s come a long way since then—a million miles—and I’m as proud of it as anything I’ve written by myself. Maybe […]

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 […]

headshot.

I hate being in front of the camera—and not like those people who say they hate being in front of the camera and then strike a dramatic pose whenever the opportunity arises. I mean—I really hate it. That’s why I waited until just about the last possible minute to shoot the photo that will appear in […]

some kind of warmth.

Amanda picked me up early yesterday morning and we set out with a full agenda (take photos for my book jacket, talk over possible revisions for our manuscript, catch up on each other’s lives, etc) that included a breakfast stop at my favorite place in Santa Monica, Huckleberry. After that we walked up and down […]

photo story/ a couch in midtown.

  Amanda and I spilled an entire bottle of wine in our apartment and I remembered somebody on our street had put an old leather loveseat on the side of the road. I gave a dollar to a homeless man to get him to leave. In retrospect, I’m glad the couch didn’t have bedbugs. November […]