Archive for December, 2013

December 22, 2013

sallymann(sally mann) johngossage (john gossage) i realize that winter weather makes me more frustrated and anxious. california, you ingrained something in me i cannot remove. i wouldn’t change a thing, though, because on a day like yesterday -the shortest day of the year, in the low 60’s and with soft and glorious sunshine- i felt so full and complete and biked all of prospect park. i felt like a prince with a bejeweled crown. and, if it wasn’t so typically cold in the new york winters, then the few days of absurd pleasant weather wouldn’t be so bright and meaningful.hiroshige (hiroshige)
alas, a gem amongst grey is more special then consecutive flecks of gold …

ericruby

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December 15, 2013

maansi jain (maansi jain, love it!)Unpeeling500pxhomasroma (thomoas roma) andddddd james whitlow delano: Pom-poms and pony tails lit by fluorescents, Tokyo, Japan.

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Buddhist monk in Shinjuku Station, Tokyo, Japan.

snowday

December 10, 2013

the deepest feelings always shows themselves in silence
omissions are not accidents
-marianne moore. i feel this in my own sensitive life, in fiction, and in photos.
(thanks jiyoon)ron jude (ron jude)dianasherer diana sherer.

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akira

December 8, 2013

vivian sassen: viviane sassen

last night after the showcase annabelle and sam and i went to easily the strangest subterranean korean restaurant; blue and red lights flashed and everyone around us ate fried chicken wings while we picked at an enormous coral-colored kimchi pancake. photos by nguan (singapore)nguan
(coney island)
nguan singapore
totally into this man’s portraits these days, mark peckmezian:markpeckmesian

i’m not gonna lie

December 4, 2013

i felt sentimental on the airplane back to new york. i cried during take off, probably because i was sitting in the window seat. i always want the aisle -easy access to the toilet, and i feel less trapped and less forced to look outside and see my littleness, my melodramatic antness staring out of plexiglass.
california was glorious. light brown and blue: the colors of chaparral and hill skies. my friends looked more beautiful than i remember, my dad’s asian shrimp and asian tea and asian peppercorn numbing my tongue was more delicious than i remember, the air smelled better, and my grandma remembered less.philip lorca dicorcia (philip lorca dicorcia)