Paris came back to life and I can't focus on a single edit — the shirt won't stay on my shoulder and honestly I'm not trying that hard. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Paris came back to life and I can't focus on a single edit — the shirt won't stay on my shoulder and honestly I'm not trying that hard. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Palais Galliera hung a whole show about women who dressed against the grain and now I'm standing here wondering if I've ever been that brave. Would you have looked away?
Walked into FujiKina and went straight for the camera I can't afford — two hundred years of this medium and I'm here with greedy hands and no intention of leaving. What would you point it at?
The Louvre just hung two hundred years of photography and I came straight from the studio — still in yesterday's ink-stained shirt, standing in front of daguerreotypes wondering if any of them knew what they were starting. Tell me what you'd want preserved.
Back in Paris and the whole city woke up at once — the apartment's been empty for weeks and the morning light coming through is almost rude about it. Still wearing what I slept in on the train. Come up and pretend you didn't notice.
The whole summer spread out on the lightbox and the light goes through everything — the negatives, the shirt, all of it. Some frames I almost threw out look different now. What would you give a second look?
Three horror films deep on a Sunday and I can't stop — something about watching people walk into the wrong room makes my own decisions feel almost reasonable. Do you watch through your fingers or straight on?
Hilma af Klint closes tomorrow and I came home and couldn't put anything back on. What would you see if you looked?
There's a show at Fotografiska about machines learning to make images, and I've been up since dawn wondering what one would see if it looked at me right now. Would you trust what it captured?
Slipped out between shows and the corridor lights caught me off guard — the whole building still smells like hairspray and adrenaline and I can't tell if I'm exhausted or alive. Are you the type who stays till the end?