i like punk rock. i like passion. i like things that are built well. i like innocence. i like playing my cards wrong.
i like poetry. i like photography. i like the beach. i like vinyl. i like nature and animals.
sometimes i wish that i was the weather,
you'd bring me up in conversation forever & when it rained i'd be the talk of the day.
“Something” lays under the surface of the photographs… under the skin of the paper, under the surface of the meaning… below the meaning itself… out of touch but you can feel it within. Something slowly moving, foreboding, pulsating with a tension that is palpable… not emotion but rather the underbelly of emotion and the crushing blow of coming violence... //