Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I had that most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact has an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it. […]
I get sick on the way to San Francisco. I eat a boring dinner: bland risotto and heirloom tomatoes. My mother has steak. We share a half bottle of wine. That night we try to watch a movie but the stomach pain has already started. I think I’m gong to be sick, I say. […]
A rough few weeks and a city settling into spring. A Saturday free of any responsibility and a jump over a low stone wall, a shimmy underneath a hole in a fence where moments before a lifeguard’s truck stood sentry. S and I slipped our way down the side of a cliff to find ourselves […]
The weather in Santa Monica is unpredictable enough that when I pick the sisters up at their house it’s sunny and blue, and when we get to the beach the wind has picked up and our hair blows around our heads and pretty soon we’re freezing, my fingers so numb I can barely hit the […]
It’s only seventeen minutes from Santa Monica to the Pacific Palisades but it feels wholly separate from Los Angeles, a hidden corner of the city flanked by mountains and greenery. It feels otherworldly—a place where your cell phone loses service and the cars thin out and it seems like there are only two roads, the […]
I’ve lived in Los Angeles just short of six months and it still feels like some impermanent, fluctuating span of time. Like a vacation, almost, but one where you still have to work and you still have to pay your bills and you still have to fill your car up with gas. I don’t know […]
photographs taken in and around Big Sur, California.
Big Sur is blanketed in fog except for scattered mile-long stretches that open up and shine blue and green around us. We get up at six in the morning and drive without stopping until we reach a point where the Pacific is replaced by a thick carpet of cloud. S takes a picture of the […]
photographs taken at Land’s End in San Francisco, California with a Canon 60D.
There is something about the Golden Gate bridge that could never possibly get old. There is the feeling, when you’re looking at it, that you could keep on looking at it forever. I thought I might have that same sensation when I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time—and I did. And again when […]