precious discovery
him with a haircut.
Eileen Myles
2013
Sam Taylor-Wood
Ascension (2003)
Southern California’s endless summer
A while back my friend Angella d’Avignon posted a series of photos on her Facebook labeled Southern California. It blends street photography with visions of endless summers, backyard gatherings and road trips - you know, some of my fondest memories.
I woke up in Oakland, was drove graciously to the Outer Sunset to eat toast and drink the best tasting coffee, was given five metaphorical minutes to adjust and flew out to San Diego. I am grateful for the breeze in my soul given to me by San Francisco I love you bay. I love you for the wind you put in my soul.
portrait of jordan karnes
(Source: allegna)
OAK
I took my shoes off at OAK airport and poured sand out of my soles from the Outer Sunset. I came home to Terminal 2 in SAN and walked 10 minutes to the lost and found. I stopped to tie my laces and looked up to see a flat screen TV with the words: “BOSTON” fixed on a screen. I stared at it and wondered who would be checking baggage or traveling there. I stared there and held a feeling in my heart to benefit the hearts there. I hope.
Stop Instragramming Your Perfect Life
The danger of the internet is that it’s very very easy to tell partial truths—to show the fabulous meal but not the mess to clean up afterward. To display the smiling couple-shot, but not the fight you had three days ago. To offer up the sparkly milestones but not the spiraling meltdowns.
More than 125 years ago, a Minneapolis man built a room onto his house, mounted his 20 favorite paintings on the walls, and opened his door to everyone who wanted to come in.
