LITTLE ORANGE SLICES.

They are my little orange slices, my cupcakes, my pumpkins; my jellybeans, my bunnies, my peanuts. They run around the house, the take apart the couch, they throw legos down the stairs, they… Read More →

POSY + HER CAMERA + MY FAMILY.

I stalked Posy Quarterman for a long time before I actually knew her. I would see her work hung on coffee shop walls; I would collect her business cards and keep them in… Read More →

BOSNIA.

*Reen and I travelled to Bosnia. And this is our story, told by her: my friend who writes like the wind… 1992. The year I chose menswear for my first day of school… Read More →

CROATIA.

Reen and I landed in Dubrovnik at noon on a Saturday, and when we stepped off the plane, there was a mob of screaming Croatians: they were chanting our names, wearing t-shirts with… Read More →

MY ORIGINAL MIX TAPE.

On the morning that we left for Croatia, I woke up when it was still dark. I had been dreaming about tiled airport floors and adventure and when my alarm went off, I… Read More →

TINY TIMBER IN THE WIND.

Lately Indy has been waking up early, collecting the Oregonian from the front porch and sitting down at the kitchen counter with the adopt-a-pet section. With scissors, she cuts out the faces of… Read More →

PART THREE // MEXICO

***a few things that happened south of the border: indy got an ear infection and we took her to see a mexican doctor who wrote up her prescription on a typewriter from ’78 //… Read More →

PART TWO // MEXIGRAMS

me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Read More →

PART ONE // MEXICO

Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Read More →

ACE-LANDIA.

One night at the Ace. Two Bicycles as transportation. Nine years of marriage. Fifteen years since the day we met. One record player in the room and twelve albums in the drawer. Twenty-three… Read More →