photo by Dana Goldstein (take note of my painful expression, I think i’m grinding my teeth), check out her summer photos on the aNYthing glob
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Monthly Archives: August 2009
this doesn’t feel like falling
Sunday, August 30, 2009
(because of this night I have to limp around for a while)
my camera lens broke on my favourite SLR, which sucks. Here are the last few photos it ever took.
the girl from Ipanema
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Last winter, Gala and I made this pact to run away to South America, at first the destination was Brazil, then Peru, then Chile.
What happened to the plan?
August 30th
Sunday, August 30, 2009
After arranging all my furniture back into the room I had lived in for four years I made a discovery that sickened me due to its sheer weakness.
For the entire four years I had lived here (a great portion of my life, the years that evolved me, the years that I finally became capable of [...]
supper is warm
Saturday, August 29, 2009
the era is over, i’ve come home from where the wild things were, i became well studied in the art of depravity and self control (kind of, maybe not in the anger/anxiety sector but i’ve cut down on a fair amount of other bad things). now, four months till the great escape.
from madeiras with love
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Pedro Ramos lives on the Madeiras Islands, I love the exotic quality of these photos, I guess I’m kind of sick of all the sights in cities that his work is rather refreshing.
HIS WORK HERE
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The September air crept through August, a subtle reminder of things to start doing and making and learning. Once everything fell, leaves, apples, beginning it’s descent on its way to rot, they felt a tiny whirring in their tissues, earlier mornings earlier mornings. An hour that had gone unseen through June, July. A bell, a [...]
play with fire
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
My mother’s husband once asked me if I thought my life was “a morose Sylvia Plath novel”. The more I grow up the similarities begin to form. Today, a man attempted picking me up on the subway.
“Is that book from the library?”
“No”
“It looks really old, the pages are really yellow”
“I’ve had it for a while”
“And [...]