in the event of my untimely death
from crossfire in an attempted pre-election assassination, protest bombing or dysentery,
the following are my requests:
and at the start of the procession, i would like this song to be played.
though brooks refers to dating in new york as “revolving doors.”
either way, it’s a bit disheartening.
when your childhood hero (indiana jones, not han solo. ahem.)
appears within several feet of you…
i was >this< close to writing “love” “you” on my eyelids.
during room tone yesterday.
when a bunch of skater kids ask you if they can be in the picture,
there is only one answer.
(random dude with dog jumped in at the last minute.)
picture-taking practice with jason.
mom took this one of me when we were in vietnam two years ago.
she has a knack for capturing me as i am;
slightly uncomfortable in front of cameras, but always carrying snacks.
there’s nothing particularly remarkable about this picture,
except that i was in the company of a rather remarkable person when it was taken.
i’ve changed my mind.
deanna couldn’t make it and alida is a vegetarian.
which meant kim and i had the task of inhaling five dozen oysters.
mallory is one of my favourite actors to work with,
not just for her impeccable comedic timing
or her ability to take directions well,
but because she’s funny, fun.
and when you’ve been on set for twelve, twenty hours,
you need these guys to remind you why you’re there.
for work, on three hours of sleep every day for seven days.
tito, romain and i had a shoot in jerusalem so we decided to visit the western wall.
i’m neither religious nor spiritual, which is why i’m a bit stupefied by what happened.
romain said, “go to the wall, touch it, make a wish.”
within twenty feet of the wall, i started to cry.
i wasn’t sad and i have no reason to be sad.
the only thing i was thinking of in my stupid little head was, “how fun!”
and yet it happened, unwarranted ugly crying surrounded by hundreds of tourists
which leads me to believe
a. there’s a gas leak in the square
or b. there’s something special about this city
our last day there was spent floating on earth’s lowest surface, 430.5 metres below sea level.
i wrote about my cousins a while back
and i think the post best describes my family’s dynamic,
at least dad’s side.
aimee comes to new york every few months for work,
which means i usually get a day of antics with my little cousin.
two candids in chinatown.
sunday morning on my fire escape.
walking down random alleyways in other countries, part 8.
carousels are kind of magical.
and if you strain just a little, you can see manhattan bridge in the reflection.
beatie wolfe + bell labs
anthony and i spent the afternoon in an anechoic chamber, which basically means absolutely no echo.
it was eerie – what i imagine purgatory would sound like
or while falling through a portal to another dimension.
details on their digital/analogue collaboration in the video we made.
this afternoon in chelsea, fixated on a smokestack.
joe and i crammed a bunch of tripods and pelican cases into the crunchwagon
and roadtripped from san francisco to vegas for CES last week.
somewhere in the mojave desert.
five days of video shoots.
i didn’t know much about shaquille o’neal before thursday
and posted a frame grab of him smiling at fitz on my instagram.
after reading up on his crusade of a career,
this one felt more suitable.
i haven’t been properly home since i flew out to london last november.
found a copy of jpg magazine, issue 4 from exactly eleven years ago,
my first time in print.
when grandpa passed away two decades ago,
the only thing i kept from his bedroom was this photograph of him and grandma.
her meticulously coiffed fringe, braids, ribbons, rouge.
i wish i knew the story behind this portrait.
was it for a special occasion? did she love that dress most?
were they happy?
my dog’s fluffy bum.
three friends who share an affinity for carl sagan, archaic odds and ends
and dressing like eighty year old men
got together for a quiet weekend in vienna.
there isn’t a narrative; i’m just picking out a few of my favourite images.
but our entire weekend can be summed up in this one video.
currently listening to:
the trip was inspired by an anthem from my 20’s.