I'm weary of this life I've created for myself, full of too many moments alone. These queer personal moments only result in shivers. There is the euphoria and then there is the regret. At the end, I curl over to my side and fall asleep.

My mother called and I missed… Read full post »

First, we drank a bottle of champagne that was cheap but good. I finished my first glass in mere seconds, but waited until my friend finished before I grabbed another. I ranted about a different friend, whose unreliability and personal choices were annoying me. The… Read full post »

The more I write, the more my handwriting looks like my own. It used to take a while for my hands to cramp while writing but now, I grip a pencil as if I’ve never felt it before. It hurts everywhere and all of the time. Writing feels… Read full post »

The images sometimes tell better stories than the clothing or the actual show itself. They invoke ideas and possibilities that don’t seem trivial in the context of fashion as “elitist” or “unapproachable.” There is a great sense of quiet that allows the viewers to get… Read full post »

ng off the sounds of nature and the human heart beat. A good beat rattles the nerves because it is so familiar, and in its familiarity, you also find something comforting. For me, that comfort is the difference between a good day and a bad day. (Photograph via forwhenifeellikesharing)" />

Berlin… Read full post »

• I currently dislike my job a lot. It makes me extremely tired and frantic.
• I went to the emergency room. Without going into specifics, rather than having a mental breakdown, mu body had a physical breakdown. It no longer operated the way it should. I could not move, could not
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I could have done more, in terms of capturing the moment in words and through photographs, but I’ve never been the sort of person that is good at that sort of thing. It usually takes me a couple of hours, or even days, to process something as… Read full post »

It has become a predictable formula for a photograph: reckless youth, beautiful girls, wild parties, hipster fashion and vague nostalgia, all illuminated with bright flash and hazy light. Spontaneity captured by a subcultural insider and ultimately eliciting our envy of a lifestyle, which, if… Read full post »

I keep my shoes, even though they're worn down, even though they're worn out. They are underneath my bed or lined along the walls. I admire them for what they were and the places they've gotten me. Sometimes I think about the places I ran from in certain shoes, usually boots… Read full post »

I snapped today.

A group of Black teenage girls sat across from me on the bus. An older Black man, much older, at least in his 50s, began hitting on them, blatantly and disgustingly and physically. They were obviously turned off, because he was crass and because they were young, and… Read full post »

My photographs were quite lovely a few years ago. I was an amateur, but I took pride in the moments that were captured digitally and shared instantaneously. Last year, my father broke my camera and he bought me a new one. I photographed the immediate moments post-college, pre-paranoia. But this year,… Read full post »

It was sticky hot, the kind you begin to believe you can peel off the surface of your skin with enough effort. Every year I tell myself that my plans will supersede the yearly trip to the South Side, but they never materialize the way I want them to. I think,… Read full post »

I love parties. They are the perfect environment, a confluence of performers and audiences. I usually observe, studying the mannerisms of my friends and acquaintances as they interact with each other with the only goal of "having a good time." Occasionally I join in, and drink a bit too much, and… Read full post »

Soon enough, it was twilight, and as I stood in the audience for Sleigh Bells’ succinct but sweet set, I thought about how this moment always feels the same. Year after year, the festival comes to an end and I think about summer, what I’ve done so far and what I’ve… Read full post »

It is difficult remembering to take photographs at Pitchfork. When you're so packed in, there's also barely any room to move. My analysis of this year's event is located on my other blog.  Read full post »

After an afternoon spent at the MCA (where I formerly worked) to check out Club Nutz at Here/Not There, my friend Arianna and I went to Cafe Wha Who? on Chicago Avenue in River North for refreshments, and later took photographs for our the latest episode of our radio… Read full post »

Best Coast exemplifies the thoughts of my seventeen-year-old self. Is there any wonder that the album is titled, Crazy for You? The songs are consumed with their longing, their heartbreak and subsequent heartache. At the beach with Arianna earlier today, I talked about the sort of torrid desp… Read full post »

Arthur Russell makes sense in times like these. I am not quite sure how to describe the feeling, though it certainly arrived in times of uncertainty and unexplained sadness. Happiness does not beget Russell’s music, though his lyrics are inspirational.

The bounce of “This is How W… Read full post »

I am independent, I think, but I rely too much on other people, to the extent that I can now recognize this flaw, and yet I still act as if things will be different this time compared to last. And, I still wallow in this reliance to such an extent that… Read full post »

I come back to literature.

Working leaves me tired, unfulfilled. I read less and consume more. My mind is plagued with guilt for abandoning what I've always loved, and instead working towards a goal that alludes me. 

Last summer, I devoured books, unable to get up everyday without the knowledge… Read full post »