I keep thinking of Your lips and eyes and fingers — It hurts to miss you. (originally written Aug. 2012 on “beanbrain“) (featured photo: “Instrospection,” Sarina C.)
Four years ago, I had fantasized about a life in the big city — a life filled with black thigh high boots and late nights at the club and a Vespa. One year ago, I had grumbled about how my post-grad life in the city was not as I had anticipated it. I didn’t have my own star in the San Francisco skyline; instead, I had a lengthy commute and a seemingly thankless job and a twin bed in my parents’ home. Like every other delusional millennial, I believed — no, knew in every fiber of my being — that a grander, big city life was my destiny and that the powers that be were just preventing me from attaining what was rightfully mine. Now, with 2013 coming to a close, I am at a juncture in my life. A slew of change is on the horizon, and — after a lot of daydreaming and grumbling and (I admit) a great deal of self-reflection and maturing — I will finally have my big city dreams actualized. Well, at …
“Photography is getting as close as you can to real life, showing us things we don’t normally see. These are people’s most intimate moments, and sometimes intimacy is sad.” – Corinne Day, British fashion photographer, documentary photographer, and fashion model (1962-2010)
spending an afternoon with Chopper, my family’s dog taken with iPhone 5; edited with VSCOcam
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