NOTE: Apologies for the banality of this blog post but let me explain: A photograph is required with each post. I have a film camera which I have not developed any photographs from. I take very few photos on my phone. I am left with...
Bit of an unorthodox blog entry I realise so if you’re opposed to poetry here is a quick summary: San Francisco is a dream itself – exciting, confusing, joyous, dark etc. In my apartment, my roommates and I all have strange and vivid dreams which...
It is a rare occurrence to be called beautiful whilst walking down the street pyjama clad and sporting socks and Birkenstocks. Haight Street – the bizarre, the beautiful and the reek of piss. The man calling out was sprawled across the concrete slabs, beer in...