Recent photo work shot in Soho on Ektar 100 film as promotional material for KSACS 2016: "Seoul Searching" in collaboration with KÛR New York
HMU: Jane Choi
Models: Lora Beltcheva, Emily Zhou
Wearing: KÛR Collection
I can't quite explain it, but I felt incredibly sane this day, my mind clearer than it had been maybe all year. Something about being in a sort of familiar place with dear company, something about noise and dusty wind, something about almost getting hit by a tuk-tuk or a bony cow dragging a man atop a cart brought a clarity and a quietness to my mind. 2015 was (as my tragically overdue year-in-review post will consider) a difficult year of huge change.
What these days in Hyderabad gave me was the chance to think less, to be unchained to my environment, unburdened by trying to "adjust well."Read More
Sometimes this city gets into your head. Suddenly, you can't remember the last time you heard silence, the last time you weren't woken up by car horn honks or doors slamming, the last time you woke up on your own, opened your eyes and felt calm. You tilt your head up to the sky and hate that you can't just look up and see blue, that the corners of buildings are always intruding. With this, it is difficult to have any of kind of perspective, any kind of clarity.
So on October 16, after exactly six wonderful, exciting and impossibly overwhelming weeks in New York City, on a crazy whim, I bought a ticket to Amherst via Springfield via New Haven to visit one of my favorite people at her green, nature-centered hippie paradise. The weekend can perhaps be summed up in the following images plus vegan burritos, bagels, thrift shopping and autumn leaves.Read More
Room 19 on the fifth floor of a building lying on top of a laundry room, fish & chips cafe and sports bar (Karaoke Night every Tuesday) was my home for much of my four months in Greece. How does 'home' happen? I'd guess it's through a combined effort of making a nice space and then venturing out often enough to appreciate the warm familiarity of coming back to it.
Home was in borrowing my roommate Cameron’s clothes because she brought seven kimonos and no pants and I didn’t own anything that wasn’t black, grey or blue. It was in grocery shopping knowing two words of Greek, buying cacti and orchids and giving them names (DokeyPokey and Sherman respectively) and making tea for sick friends. Our room smelled like grapefruit and peppermint concoctions made in a diffuser from Cam’s many many rows of essential oils. Our fridge smelled like the leftovers of the dinners she and Isaac (pictured above) cooked. The door was always open, visitors always welcome. There was music on the balcony, whether from speakers or from the guitars and singing mouths of talented friends.Read More
Over the course of a week, on the 35-meter yacht Matina, our senior class of thirteen traveled through eight islands of the Cyclades. I could tell you what happened on each island, what our itinerary was, how beautiful every person and place was. But what is most important about the trip was that we went where the winds took us. There were times mid-sail at sea that we could look around and see nothing but waves and more water past that. Sometimes the boat would rock and I would end up scrambling out of bed at six in the morning, stumbling through the boat to get to the deck, heaving in breaths of cool air and drinking ginger ale.
That is what I remember most, three months later. I remember us, my family doing what we do best - moving forward, going where the winds take us.Read More