There are few things in the world as cathartic as 6-hour long conversations with good friends. So here’s to a sense of identity, to men who shoot down the moon because their beloved drank from vials of morality. To figuring out what it is that imprisons us—the future? loci of control? the internalization of social … More 3AM Toast
Style, chic, modish. Watercolor painting.
we are ordered chaos in a broken cosmos
Feelings are much like waves; we can’t stop them from coming, but we can choose which ones to surf. – Jonatan Martensson
There’s something called the uncanny valley, “the hypothesis that human replicas that appear almost, but not exactly, like real human beings elicit feelings of eeriness and revulsion.” It’s the intersection between realness and artificiality that unnerves and disturbs. The Uncanny Valley’s always intrigued me–what’s it about creepy humanoid likeness that disgusts, fascinates, weirds us out? … More Something Uncanny
Another fancy name for nosebleed, a set of constellations in the sky. Can you see the W? I pretend I can. But if you use your imagination hard enough, anything can morph into the alphabet.. Cassiopeia: not a body of stars, but pronunciations we stumble on a Saturday night.
Even though I see drawing and photography as, well, mostly solitary pursuits, ironically they act as ways I can connect with others. Or–if connecting’s too strong a word–at least sparking conversations with strangers. On airplanes, in libraries, in coffeeshops, on piers, etc. Sometimes we’ll talk briefly for two minutes–oh, what’re you drawing? or, I take … More Art, Shells and Inner Worlds
The kind you might drunkenly sing at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night post-Comedy house laughs, boozy Oreo milkshakes and whirring pinball games that you win by, oh, thirty million points. Someday, The Strokes Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand Young Folks, Peter Bjorn and John Riptide, Vance Joy Where Did … More Indie Throwback Playlist
I found a panda-headed stranger in Urban Outfitters wearing a tiger shirt. She turned; I snapped. Funny things you’ll find in the city. 35 mm film, developed and processed by hand.