[this was mostly written on tuesday evening. it took me a while.] I wouldn't know how else to write this. To be half-disappointed in myself because I had three drinks with a friend/coworker at our local haunt. But then to know that if I told my friend Dale about my disappointment he would slyly smile… Continue reading You Can Be Here.
I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused with comical assurance. 11:30pm: Wool ski socks, short shorts, grey sweatshirt, long necklace, mom's old wool cap, bourbon in hand. I chuckle and think, How did I get here? With a quick mental recap, I conclude that this day said so much about… Continue reading enjoyable and invigorating.
I'm up to my ears in final projects and films for the semester and I've lost my manfriend to his new mistress — the library/studying for finals. but somehow we found time to find a tree and find each other. I love this time of year… maybe more than ever before. being in the mountains… Continue reading merry + bright.
Man. It's 1:30 in the morning and here I am blahgging. After a semester of going crazy and going places and going far, I have to look back and evaluate. But I can't. I know I want more of that. More making films. More clicking with crews. More winning. More bike rides with besties. More… Continue reading only now.
To 2014! Cheers! photos by evan.
ah-mazing.
A good pre-dawn hike up the M for some filming. Gorgeous photos by the ever-talented Evan Smith.
have you seen Frances Ha? oh, you really must. like, really. you know when you feel like you're exactly where you're supposed to be? I feel like that every time I'm one glass of wine in, watching a film at the Wilma. the boy who passed close on his bike and said – hey, I… Continue reading it’s supposed to.
wull hay. 