paris, 2016
found an old roll at the bottom of my bag,
images from 3 months ago at merriweather post pavilion with THUNDERCAT et cie
early morning light on the RER
by: manuel angot
“herzog”, saul bellow
at no point has my shit ever been ‘together’
i have a sincere appreciation for the acrobatics of language, + those gymnasts who bend + flex linguistic combinations in such a way as to require applause for the sonic spectacle.
french vietnamese dreamboats
summer, 2016
smile as the world burns
is no longer a metaphor
paris, 2016