fresh xiii

I had been sort of, vaguely, kinda, half-assed getting back into photography (something I grew up loving, and had always been into but not taken particularly seriously) since January of this year, but after my father died at the end of March I’ve been really delving into it, mostly just by carrying my camera around with me all the time and snapping portraits of my friends. Art has always been what pulls me through rough times, and I have this constant need to ~*~make stuff~*~ so photography has been offering me that immediate tangibility that I seek, plus it gets me out of the house. I’ve been posting a lot on my Instagram, but I can’t post all the outtakes and extra photos from the past couple months on there, so here they are:

collage

collage2

Continue Reading

teal/feels

Making moodboards/curating visuals/cataloguing inspiration is lowkey such a powerful de-stressor for me. Here is a ~~vibe~~ that I hope can inspire you like it inspired me.

2
left: via Rookie Mag | upper right: by The Pulp Girls | lower right: by Hu Yang & Zhao Jing
1
top left: still from The Adventures of Batman | top right: Guy Billout | lower left: via Internet K-Hole | lower right: a quality album cover
3
top left: 1970s Ken paper doll fashions | lower left: still from Charlie Brown | right: via Rookie Mag
from the mighty thor
from The Mighty Thor
4
left: via Rookie Mag | upper right: stills from Pretty in Pink | lower right: heart-shaped forest, Cantabria, Spain
5
left: by Taylor Hoff | right: unknown
belladonna of sadness
still from Belladonna of Sadness (1973)
7
upper: ‘Photobook, aged 7’ by Jocelyn Allen | lower left: unknown | lower right: via Internet K-Hole
6
upper left: ‘Vous’ room at the Madonna Inn | lower left: unknown | right: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu
8
upper: Ciara J. Alberts | lower: via The Tragic Sense

 

March Mood

The opposite of dissociation is connection. Late February and March have been a time for connection— or maybe for re-connection— in my life. Re-connecting with myself, re-connecting with my loved ones, re-connecting with my art. I’ve discovered that sometimes, giving up is the only way to make yourself want to keep going. Here are some photos (and above, some footage) from this strange/good time, and the songs I’ve been playing a lot throughout it.

IMG_1407-tile
left: 03/05/17, vancouver aquarium | right: 02/21/17, temporarily dyed my hair teal because QUARTER LIFE CRISIS
Continue Reading

rosegold

I realized today that it’s been ages since I last made a moodboard, which is something I used to do all the time when I was 15/16. I used to be very into collecting images and tossing them together to evoke a feeling, give off a vibe, put you in a mood. I guess you could call it curation, in a sense? It was nice to be able to scroll through my moodboards and soak myself in beautiful, inspiring imagery whenever I found myself in a creative rut. So I figured, “there’s no time like the present,” and made one. Here’s some blushy, bronzey goodness:

 

 

 

1
top left: Akbar Hotel, New Dheli, 1969 | top right: Comme des Garçons S/S 2013 | bottom left: source unknown | bottom right: by David Horvitz
Continue Reading

Paris, 2017

The very last week of my five week trip to Europe in December and January was spent in Paris. The plan was to continue travelling until mid-March, but– and I should really expect this by now– things didn’t go according to plan. I touched on it briefly in an Instagram post, and maybe I’ll talk specifically about it in the near future, but throughout the entirety of my travels I was increasingly overwhelmingly depressed and anxious. It was in Dublin that I made up my mind about going home early to take care of myself, rather than continuing to travel when it was obviously exacerbating pre-existing issues. I found myself both eagerly counting down the days until my flight home, while also trying desperately to get out of my head and just enjoy whatever was right in front of me.

It’s kind of fitting then, I think, that my journey ended (or paused, I suppose) in Paris. It’s overwhelming. It’s gorgeous and lively and full of people and history and art and ridiculous extravagance. “No one does ridiculous extravagance like the French,” became a near-daily comment I made to my sister. On our first full day in the city we explored the Musée d’Orsay, and while it was already a beautiful building filled with beautiful art, we didn’t really expect to turn a nondescript corner and walk into an ornate, gilded ballroom. All my sister and I could do was turn to each other and ask, “what?” It seemed absurd, and unreal.

Continue Reading