casa de bienvenidos.
him: did you take a shower yet since rolling around in a third world country?
her: no, not yet.
him: yeah, you should probably do that.
the women in Perú are incredible. they embody every sense of the word “mother” and spend their lives taking care of others: they take care of their parents when they grow too old to care for themselves, they raise children of their own (and many times on their own) and they also help feed and care for poor children or elderly in their community. the love of these women is endless, sacrificial, and...
the people in Lima are beautiful at every age. their faces shine with a relaxed glow and tell the world around them they are at peace with it. and this world they live in is full of color and diversity. the hills are green and luscious year round, and the flowers are so pure and bright. buildings are sunflower yellow or mint green, homes are orange or blue; corn is black and cauliflower is purple...
and so begins the start of my first South American journey: there’s something so epic about traveling overseas, especially when you’re by yourself and especially when it’s to someplace completely new. and this is a trip unlike any other. in a way it’s a rescue mission—an attempt to rescue a friend from a broken heart. but it’s also a validation for that...
a hidden treasure chest.
the last time i went home, i ended up bringing back quite a treasure with me—my parents old 35mm camera they had when i was growing up. it’s an old Minolta and it has been years since it was last used, so the other day i decided i needed to see if it still worked. i discovered it still had a roll of film in it that was only 1/3 used and i quickly went to work taking...
A Decade Under the Influence
2003 | 108 min. | Director: Richard LaGravenese, Ted Demme | TV-MA-LSV In the late ’60s, American culture experienced a period of change as the youth movement challenged conventional attitudes about politics, sex, drugs, and gender issues, while the advancement of the Vietnam War found many citizens questioning the actions and wisdom of their government for the first time. As American...
Neal Hefti - Batman Theme
for the past few months. i have been living with a little French girl who has given me a tiny glimpse into the Parisian way of life. whenever i see her, i am reminded of the book French Women Don’t Get Fat. she is a tiny 25-year old who completely lives out everything the book discusses, probably without realizing she is. (note: i have never read the book, but i have seen interviews with the...
a letter for my parents. →
“An 18-Year-Old Looks Back on Life” by Joyce Maynard.
Photographs are the illustrations for a decade of experiences.– joyce maynard.
just another late night stroll.
h: there are SO many rats here. THERE ARE SO MANY RATS!!
d: cause the streets are filled with Cheese!
fortress of solitude.
when living in a city with a population of 8.4 million people, the concept of being alone is a hard thing to grasp. yet that is the one thing i love about New York. yes there are a ton of things to do at all hours of the day and night with people from all walks of life, but at the end of the day the thing that makes me the most happy is the anonymity i have here. i like walking down the street...
i write like... →
i sampled two stories i’m currently working on and both of them resulted in this. (not to mention, i analyzed a few more pieces and though i’d get a Nabokov or Joyce from time to time, the results kept going back to this guy). it makes me want to find a new voice.
these are the things dreams are made of.
the thing about being a dreamer is that you know what you wanna do, but you...
Crime Inc: Counterfeit Goods →
check out this CNBC documentary on Wednesday night. it’ll definitely make you think before you buy. let’s be smart socially conscious shoppers.
looking for something to do in NYC this weekend?
i love everything about this photoshoot and so much more. by far the most inspiring shoot i’ve seen in a while. photographer: Jason Lee Parry. model: Hailey Clauson.
je suis désolé.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me… yet i know they hurt you so i say them in spite.
Rêver, c’est le bonheur; attendre, c’est la vie.– Victor Hugo.
the celebration of freedom.
when i was growing up, every fourth of July was spent camping out in the front yard of my aunt’s house in Connecticut. my cousins and i would spend the day running through sprinklers and in and out of the cool shade of our tents in an attempt to escape the muggy heat. when darkness would fall, we’d gather on the curb and watch my dad in the middle of the street as he would set off the...
for some reason i've been boycotting creativity...