I haven't written in forever,
I'm sorry. I'm just at a stable place right now, and I don't know how to get out.
I want a Swarovski-crystal-studded rosary that I can hang around my neck and attend parties with.
La Jolla, CA. 2010. Canon XSi.
In case you're wondering, that's a jellyfish I met at an aquarium. He was a bit camera shy.
Tired of the Same Damn Thang
New York City. 2013. Disposable.
Rooftop parties are all the rage these days.Down Low x Cyber ft. Green Hypnotic x Kaytranada
"We break up, then make up, then end up on the bed, kisses on ya neck, now ya panties all wet. I make you scream my name like there is no tomorrow, leave a smile on ya face, make you forget about ya sorrows."
If I Were More Responsible and Looked Like Hollywood in Black & White, I Would Be My Litte Sister
La Jolla, CA. 2011. Disposable.
Nothing compares to having a sister, it's the best worst thing. My sister, Ujin, on the shores. She gives terrible advice but used to wire me money whenever my cards got cut off throughout college, so we're even.
Crystals Stuck to the Ceiling
La Jolla, CA. 2009. Disposable.
I like sparkly things, I can't help it.
A Spirit Reader Once Told Me That I Have the Temperament of the Ocean. I said, "Nice."
La Jolla, CA. 2010. Canon XSi.
See you in one week, sweet, sweet California.
When Angels Don't Have Wings
Los Angeles, CA. 2009. A cousin's Nixon.
One of my dearest friends, Conor Ford. I can basically stare at his face all day and he lets me.
The Gajillionth Time I Saw James Blake Live
New York City. 2012. Canon XSi.
Some of my favorite tracks by James Blake to date: The Wilhelm Scream, Limit to Your Love, and A Case of You
When Spring Break Ceases to Exist in Your Life, Life Sucks
Sicily, Italy. 2012. Canon XSi.
This is the first year that I'm not participating in Spring Break as the graduated, employed, boring old person I've grown up to be. To put it simply, I'm disappointed and confused... is this real life? I think having time off proves all the more necessary as one grows older but the way life is set up works against this logic. While college students are entitled to all sorts of breaks and Red Solo Cups, these luxuries are taken from you as you're handed a degree. Had I known this, I might have fended off my own graduation myself. It's a sinking feeling one gets while scrolling through multiple social media feeds, looking at parts of the world #filtered off a flat iPhone screen. What I would give to sit out on my parents' roof in the suburbs of California, thumb through comics, sip lemonade, and stay up gossiping on the phone with old childhood friends. Now March turns into this long, wretched stretch of waiting and working. Waiting for summer. Working because. Someone please lend me their Spring Break, I'll return it by the end of next week in perfect condition. Promise.
Introducing: Public Display of Affection
I've been blogging since I was 12 years old and I'm 23 now. Started exploring the first of my "feelings" on Xanga back when internet was still the stubby loner-child licking Cheeto Puffs off his fingers in the cafeteria corner. Blogging's come a long way since. I used to consider it a playground where I could just have fun, act silly, and be grammatically lazy, but now it's all so serious. You look along the fence and there are always predators lurking around, stalkers in varied t-shirts — potential employers, love interests, the conglomerates, trolls, complete strangers, and the Grammar Police ("it's 'you're' not 'your'", some genius makes a public announcement as if they're the first person in the world to figure that out ever). I find myself scheduling lunch dates with fleshy substances to "take a break" from the internet.
The height of my blogging occurred in 2010, during my time abroad in Paris, France, as a means to fulfill one of my scholarship requirements that I maintain a travel blog. That blog paid for a substantial portion of my trip and eventually followed me throughout college, helped me land editorial jobs, caught glimpses of my depression, a heartbreak once, and chronicled my move to New York, as well as a new apartment and a new job. It perversely served as both my parent and child, alternating between supportive and obligatory.
I shut that blog down today to start this one. I've been dreading starting all over again but you can only avoid the inevitable for so long. The predecessor had gathered one too many dust bunnies so I figured I might as well start from scratch. PDA will stay much more dedicated to my photojournalistic practice and occasional essay writing. I've always been pleasantly surprised to receive emails from strangers all around the world, or even friends whom I've lost touch with, who manage to find me through my blog and just want to chat or ask questions. I look forward to more of those. Thanks for reading!
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