If you truly love film, I think the healthiest thing to do is not read books on the subject. I prefer the glossy film magazines with their big color photos and gossip columns, or the National Enquirer. Such vulgarity is healthy and safe. Werner Herzog I’ve shot a thousand bodies contorted in a thousand supposed […]
Continue Reading →. A 4″ x 6″ open edition of the complete Grave set to date (26 images total). Professional black & white printing on Hahnemühle fibre-based Matt paper.
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Here’s what this thing is actually trying to do, and why it matters: I’m not talking about phenomenology as some pristine moment of pure experience, that whole “unmediated presence” thing is academic horseshit and we all know it. This is about phenomenology as a verb, as something you do: you tune yourself to what’s actually […]
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So this is what it comes to: you, the mirror, and the slow-motion shipwreck of your own face disappearing under a forest of hair that screams “I HAVE GIVEN UP” in fourteen different dialects. Robinson Crusoe, sure, if Crusoe had Netflix, bottomless carbs, and a growing suspicion that Friday was never coming because there was […]
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Here’s the thing about paradise during the apocalypse: it makes me feel like an asshole for even having the thought that I might be suffering. The Westside’s giving you everything, that relentless California sunshine hammering down like some kind of cosmic joke, the Pacific doing its eternal churn six blocks away, and I’m sitting there […]
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At 5:40Am. on March 23rd, 2020 the world’s falling apart, and I’m standing in front of a bronze surfer on Santa Cruz‘s Westside, taping up PPE to enact a 2,400-year-old Greek tragedy that nobody’s read in its entirety because, and here’s the beautiful, fucked-up part, it’s lost. Gone. Euripides wrote it, and then history ate […]
Continue Reading →All I maintain is that on this earth there are pestilences and there are victims, and it’s up to us, so far as possible, not to join forces with the pestilences. Albert Camus, The Plague So here we are. Day whatever-the-fuck of the new normal that isn’t normal at all. Just you, me, and that […]
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