la manzanilla, mexico.

fourteen days in mexico and even after two weeks of turquoise inner-tubes, whales in the bay, fish tacos with avocado, skin that smells like sunscreen, straw hats and hammocks, iguanas falling out of… Continue reading →

endings and beginnings.

what we call the beginning is often the end. and to make an end is to make a beginning. the end is where we start from. (t.s. eliot) here is to the end… Continue reading →

yellowstone // wyoming

end of the summer road trip with a car full of sleeping bags and flashlights and maps. a car rack packed with an old tent and a box of camping dishes from the… Continue reading →

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… Continue reading →

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… Continue reading →

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… Continue reading →

Little plastic Seoul. {KOrea}

Seoul through the lens of a Diana Mini.

Kimchee Love. {KOREA}

Dear Kimchee: You are laid out in front of me on a small plate and I pick you up with silver chopsticks. You burn my mouth with your heat and you remind me… Continue reading →