December 28, 2007 · Wanderlust
Look at this magnificent bastard suspended in mid-flight, caught between the ocean’s memory and some salaryman’s 3 AM craving. This is Tsukiji at 4 in the morning, when Tokyo’s still half-drunk and the only religion that matters is the one written in fish blood on concrete floors. This icon of a tuna didn’t just die, […]
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July 17, 2007 · Wanderlust
I was fifteen when I spent that year in Italy. Fifteen, when you’re all elbows and hormones and terrible decisions, when everything imprints on you like wet concrete. And Italy didn’t just imprint. It branded me. We lived in a villa in Fiesole. Fiesole, where the hills roll up from Florence and you can see […]
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September 29, 2006 · Collusion
Email... Rick, Some stockbroker lunatic came up with something amazing. Plymouth-Dakar Challenge. Buy a £100 shitbox. Drive 4,400 miles through Morocco, Western Sahara, Mauritania to The Gambia. No race. No prize. J ust you versus the desert versus entropy. When you arrive, if... auction the car for charity. They've done this since 2003. Teachers. […]
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August 17, 2006 · Absolute Solipsism
This photograph doesn’t lie because it can’t. I’m alone with the weight of being the only consciousness that matters, if consciousness matters at all, drinking wine where Romans probably did the same stupid gorgeous thing. This is vineyard solipsism at it’s finest… the afternoon bleeds gold and I’m stealing it, one sip at a time, […]
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July 26, 2006 · Wanderlust
Wanderlust outside Avignon in Provence: a lavender field, France. To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect Leonardo da Vinci
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July 4, 2006 · Individualism
Here I am stumbling down some nameless Paris side street, half in the bag on a bottle and a half of wine I probably couldn’t afford but bought anyway because what the hell, life’s short and I’m already here aren’t I, and I’m hauling this ancient Kodak with a Polaroid back, juryrigged on because I’m […]
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March 22, 2006 · Wanderlust
I felt as if I were in an exiled and floating world, isolated from all necessities of life except the one of buying things. Zelda Fitzgerald, The Collected Writings of Zelda Fitzgerald Zelda knew the score. That exiled and floating world she’s talking about, it’s not some poetic metaphor, it’s the actual condition of modern […]
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