Bang bang

Bang bang

Death Valley Junction. Seat reserved for the ghost of a ballerina.

Anywhere.

Tales from a retired runway model. Tokyo Fashion Week, Fall/Winter 2023.

Copy editors save lives

Coastal ghost town in Baja

Soft lapsing waves on the last warm day in Copenhagen; water spotted with little jellyfish everywhere.

Road trip from the pacific coast of Baja to the Gulf Coast.

Title says it all. Chase the rabbit.

Standing at furthest extent of the California Empire (geologically speaking), and finally coming to terms with my staunch California Exceptionalism: while California might be a part of the states, it is historically and culturally distinct; an island on the land; a city state

Aldus Huxley’s 2nd favorite lake—formed atop of a dormant volcano no less!

Man’s best friend is a yawning void of unfathomable depths.

Relics and jewels and ruins and all sorts of shiny little pets

Perilous to live past one’s own mythology

More like Mid-lan am I right or am I right?

Thanks Francesco !!

Took too much bunk Ambien and accidentally ended up in Mexico’s wine country. You live and you learn. But I ain’t learnin’

With love and malice from Sunny San Diego

I was an Angel

Crisp night in Los Angeles. 60 degrees and teetering. The snakes are slithering and the coyotes are running amok in the canyons. In a very short time this will be a very long time ago. 4 filthy gin martinis to cut the edge off because this is Doge City and The Streets Aren’t What They Used To Be.