My fiance and I listened to Dark Side of the Moon last night before bed. I first bought that album when I was 16. It really is a magical album. I can’t decide on whether it feels this way because it reminds me of breaking away from youth, or because of its overall artistry– a … More Pink Floyd Forever
I want to talk about Southern California and what it promised us, historically, and culturally. Off the top of my head, there is the gold rush. Then, there is cinema, moving pictures. Fiction. Art. Music. Our own soundtracks. “California I’m coming home / Oh will you take me as I am / Strung out on … More California, Will You Take Me As I Am?
The homeless man I pass by everyday is missing. His area is in a new state of disarray and the brick wall is burnt. I am full of sadness. I am regretful that I avoided him recently. I hope that tomorrow, I see him, and that all my worries are laughable, but right now my … More Missing People
Abstract artists are such tragic and romantic figures, akin to preachers or soothsayers, conjuring up spirits, reaching for ghosts buried deep within the body. This is the mythology. Franz Kline’s paintings are spontaneous and random, sparks of lines bordering up difficult space. This is the discovery. Many of Franz Kline’s paintings are somewhat premeditated. “He … More Soothsayers
Here is what happens when you admire rebels, weirdos, and recluses at too young an age. You grow up, but you don’t end up thirty-three and living in a house, like with health insurance and a 401 K, instead you end up thirty-three and living in an apartment next door to an alcoholic who is … More THURSDAY: Lenny & Hollywood Living
“The world can only be grasped by action, not by contemplation. The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.” — Diane Arbus At 21, in the darkroom, I dipped my fingers in the fixer to pull out a print. “Don’t do that.” A classmate reprimanded. “Your hands are like sponges.” At 28, outside The … More Photography & Assault
Revising Loneliness 