eight months to go.

The funniest, most inconsistent friend I have is time: you never know when it’s going to speed up or slow down or pause all together or erupt into a million pieces, leaving you to try and figure out which goes where. Lately it’s been slow and easy: the mornings stretching long and quiet, the sunlight taking […]

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. […]

murphy ranch, pt 3, the last.

  It’s the strangest thing, to come to the end of a book. I’ve been reading a lot lately, a book a day or every other day, reading far into the night when I’m supposed to be sleeping, waking before my alarm and reading with one eye closed and my cat burrowing under the comforters […]

murphy ranch, pt 2.

My words are being all used up in other places. For now, enjoy some photographs. A hike down to an abandoned nazi ranch. A bright spring day. A collection of graffiti. A world within a world… photographs taken at Murphy Ranch in Los Angeles, California

gabi & ali on the beach.

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 […]

point dume.

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 […]

glow.

In Mexico, at 16, I went on a night dive with my brother. The darkness made me disoriented. It was hard to keep a steady buoyancy. It was hard also not to panic—all that water and all that blackness, stretching out on either side of you like something physical, a tangible barrier, a weight. My […]

alana.

A short and sweet photoshoot with the loveliest of ladies for Free People at Santa Monica Place. As usual, the outtakes are my favorite.  photographs taken in Santa Monica, California.