this feels good

Who knew all it would take for me to start writing again would be 19 hours of inebriated transitory confinement. The responsibilities of leading a semi-healthy life on this planet. mm nope, ain’t healthy. The responsibilities of leading a semi-practical life on this planet can really start to devour the part of oneself that is pushing you to live in the first place. And it’s so sneaky too, you may not even notice you just got maneuvered onto the conveyor belt of the uninspired. Until maybe you find your drawings and your bills have switched locations in your room. The latter being left in plain sight, reminding you of your obligations. shit’s wack.  Let’s just vow to do everything that feels good. 
I’ve been awake for 3 1/2 days now, it feels really good, and dad’s all for it. We drank bears, ate beef, and walked through Petros Paolos cemetery to visit aunty and grandma resting in peace. I got too excited sipping on ethiopian moonshine, thinking it was just jamey---no no---95% alcohol content X sleep deprivation made for some memorable poetic justice that now can’t be remembered...
so. much. more. to. tell. not-enough-connectivity. ciao


embarrassed that I haven't posted since 2012. Nevertheless, here are more words. 
byebye undergrad. I hope the past four years have quenched my thirst for organized success as I let my lofty side take over. 
Our commencement speech by David Boies, the anti prop 8 lawyer, was only saved from being a total disaster by his mention of banal platitudes. I then was able to listen to his words, which otherwise could have been mistaken for anti prop 8 propaganda, in the beautiful lens of David Foster Wallace's 05' commencement speech. I was reminded that knowledge is simply awareness. Some find the guidance of a professor to be their route to intaking this awareness, some are more apt to discover it in the crevices of life. I excitedly shift from the first to the latter but all the while knowing that I will return.
It doesn't really feel all that momentous though. Maybe it's because I don't have a propensity to be sentimental, but all the people I've met and love, the interests I've ignited, and memories I now hold are not being sequestered just because I wore a cap and gown....they're all coming with me. In all honesty I just feel an overwhelming sense of pride for being able to keep my cap on my fro throughout 2 ceremonies.
And Ryane, if you're reading this and you've arrived in South Africa, Zimbabwe, or wherever is next, can you send us a smoke signal in the form of an email! please! 


New York I love you but you're bringing me down.

     Some moments to share of my tumultuous love affair with New York City, and my propensity to divvy up said love affair with other cities of the Californian variety. 
     These days I've been full of furtive glances and ponderings; many being about our world full of solipsists and if life's different constraining forces are to be reckoned with or rather just cowered from. Well, we'll see about all of that, for now, here's all of the in-betweens. Happy Beginnings of Holidays. 


Um, um, um. Ever since the Maison Martin Margiela opened up a few blocks down from me on Bleecker, I haven't been able to get their upcoming H&M collab out of my head. Not a good thing, since I didn't have very high hopes for the slashing of prices, and therefore, probable slashing of what makes Margiela, well, Margiela.
Albiet, I'm posting about the looks now, which is an obvious bow-of-head to the good that has come of this. Let me tell you what is genius to me. The sweater in the first, the coat in the third, and what I'll call the skort in the fourth. Oh, and the second takes my whole heart.
It's my favorite thing about brands that design fashion for fashion's sake. The house's ability to spew out the wittiest tailoring, in a humorous revolt against the sex and luxury of typical runway, but without actually losing the sex. Well, let me take that back, since I know for most of the public, there is nothing sexy about any of these looks. And when I start thinking about the mass, of which mostly shops at high street stores like H&M, lining up to buy the "the next it collab", and hopelessely finding these pieces which they can't even pretend to like, I start guffawing like crazy. 
Thank you Maison Martin Margiella for maintaining your sanctity, and therefore my own. For making my pupils dilate and tears develop. Guffaw, guffaw. 


Some photo-editing that has my fall-mind lingering in fallen leaves. Also realizing if I conjure up a moment for a snapshot, it always just ends up being covered in virtual iPhoto library dust, never again being seen by my human eye. Wherefore, I don't post very often, but Instagram really is superlative for fleeting moments, at least for those of us who have let our phones be the keys to our lives. 
Hmm...that sounded like a true tech-addict, merde! 
Actually, yesterday I realized I left my phone in my apt once I got to street level, and I didn't go back up to get. Totally redeeming right?
Well in other not so self-depleting news, I've been most enjoying meeting friends by happenstance and letting the romance of life carry us into long withstanding friendships. Not totally withstanding though, some temptations aren't meant to be resisted. 
I think these photos successfully echo the past month; peaking smiles and open-mouthed laughs while watching the season change from my caged bed and atop a bicycle at the piers. 
It has been most fun to continue the search for balance between my drive for organized success and free-spirited lofty sensibilities. I honestly think I have a split heart that aches for completely different lifestyles, but having kindred souls to laugh through the undeniable mistakes with is what I have come to think magic is all about.


Je fucking t'aime

      Such an incredible week orchestrated by my friends and family. Never felt so loved. Mom&Dad both flew in for my party that I of course didn't know about. The weather was a perfect medley of sun streaks and short stormy moments, and I spent more time dining than ever before. Now simply enjoying a week off before everything starts back up again, a whole lotta' time in bed, brunching, and Brooklyn.
     Danny has taken a likening to burning shit, and I haven't protested because it's actually really fun. Yes we are burning a photo in the picture down there, but it wasn't a self-soothing eating-a-pint-of-ben&jerrys-while-watching-a-movie type thing. It's rather just for the sake of the feeling that erupts when there's a fire lit in a dark brick room during summertime with nyc sounds outside; It's quite somethin'. 
Thank you all for the celebrations, loving texts, posts, and tweets included.