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Women’s March, Oakland

Oakland Women’s March, 2017. So here’s the thing about photographing a protest: you’re already lying. The minute you lift that camera, you’re making choices about what matters, what’s worth preserving, what truth, if there is such a thing, you’re selling. It’s a hustle, like everything else. But sometimes it’s a hustle worth committing to. Oakland, […]

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Women’s March, Oakland
Bodies Against the Architecture of Dread

Bodies Against the Architecture of Dread

It’s Inauguration Day, right? Day one of the Trump Era…Β  So naturally everyone’s freaking out, reciting founding values like scripture, as if Thomas Jefferson’s ghost gives two shits about your a cappella group. But that’s not what’s happening in these frames. What’s happening is bodies moving through sacred architecture like they’re trying to shake loose […]

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January 2, 2017 · Wanderlust

to make an end is to make a beginning

to make an end is to make a beginning

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding There’s something pure and merciless about that stop sign planted there on the tracks in Davenport like some bureaucratic punctuation mark that wandered off the […]

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Carl Weber: What I Owe the Dead

Carl Weber: What I Owe the Dead

The first time doesn’t exist in my head, it’s just gone, one of those origin stories you lose in the noise. But there’s your laugh, like gravel and light, cutting through those parties at my parents’ place. There’s me, just a kid, watching some play you’d put together, and you, you, asking what I thought. […]

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Alexander Calder: Le Faucon

Alexander Calder: Le Faucon

The universe is real but you can’t see it. You have to imagine it. Once you imagine it, you can be realistic about reproducing it. Alexander Calder Look at this thing. Sitting there outside the law school like some kind of predatory bird that decided mid-flight to just fucking freeze, arrested in steel, suspended in […]

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Bodies That Refuse to Be Forgotten

The thing about Ghost Architecture: A Palimpsest is that it understood what most commemorative performances miss entirely, that a building isn’t just bricks and sweat stains, it’s every body that ever moved through it, every kid who learned to fail there before learning to fly. Aleta Hayes’ Chocolate Heads took that renovated gym, all shiny […]

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Bodies That Refuse to Be Forgotten
Chocolate Heads: Ghost Architecture (dress rehearsal)

Chocolate Heads: Ghost Architecture (dress rehearsal)

Aleta Hayes and The Chocolate Heads are building Ghost Architecture, and I’m here trying to capture what happens when sculptural performance becomes something between sΓ©ance and construction site. It’s ephemeral by design, chocolate edifices that exist in that sweet between solid and melting, between here and gone, like memory made tactile. This is the kind […]

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