jaimee in the poppies.

We drove to the poppy fields in the middle of the week, knowing most of them would be dead in the heat and drought of early spring but both needing to get out of the city, feeling the strain of working from home creeping up on us. We left in the late morning and there […]

new month.

  Lately I’ve been drinking tea without honey, waiting weeks to do laundry, clearing space on my walls to hang vintage maps and watercolors. February arrived without announcement, the first day slipping through my fingers and the second day productive and good, a new coffee shop and little sleep, old photographs and leftover macaroni salad. […]

in alleys.

In an attempt to find inspiration in a close and accessible place, I photographed Bridgett in the alleyways behind my apartment. The beauty of Los Angeles is not outward or obvious. You have to go out in search of it. But it’s somehow much more rewarding because of the hunt. photographs of Bridgett taken in Los Angeles, […]

summer’s end.

Lately I have been doing so much work there isn’t room for anything else. I wake up and make coffee with eyes still closed against the morning light. I work in bed with the pillows propped up behind my back and I don’t shower until three or four, when I’ve written or revised thousands of […]

easton.

  Getting on a plane and landing in any part of the East Coast feels like a returning. There is a silence on the coastline I haven’t been able to find in any of the places I’ve visited or any of the places I’ve lived. Even in New York City, where it is always loud and […]

hothotheat

The things that break my heart are unpredictable and strange. They aren’t obvious or loud. They aren’t the things you might expect. They’re small things. Words on a page. Words are never very long. A grown up man working in a teenage girls’ department store. The specific stillness of an apartment between the hours of […]

a home in art.

What I miss most are the museums. I spoke to a friend the other day about moving to Los Angeles. She said— I didn’t have anybody but I had a place. I went to the museum almost every day. I sometimes didn’t even look at the art. I just needed somewhere to go and I needed […]

my molly & erie.

  I wrote them before I met them. I modeled Molly on the girl I wished I could be more like. Wittier and more charming and more outwardly put-together. We shared the same unpleasant thoughts at that age but Molly is so much better at hiding that darkness. I made her real and she was […]