a car in seattle.

a fire escape in brooklyn, ny.

world trade center. this mesh covers everything. nobody can see inside.
as if they don’t want people to see….

outside the house, where i live.

an old church in tivoli, outside of rome.

a beautiful mother, a beautiful daughter.

the basement of a house in pacentro. years ago, this family made wine down here….

outside my room. last night in prague.

a train ride home.

“I can always choose, but I must know that if I do not choose, that is still a choice.” -S.

“…there is no sense in life a priori. Life is nothing until it is lived: but it is yours to make sense of, and the value of it is nothing else but the sense that you choose.” -S.

“As everyone knows, there are no aesthetic values a priori, but there are values which will appear in due course in the coherence of the picture, in the relation between the will to create and the finished work.” -S.

“It is the same upon the plane of morality. There is this in common between art and morality, that in both we have to do with creation and invention. We cannot decide a priori what it is that should be done.” -S.

trying to get through a book I stole from the library.
(guy loves his voice, a priori)
shoveling my own stuff along the way…

heading back in two weeks or so….
would like to see you for a day or two.

(that is, if you don’t yell at me in nice restaurants.)

on christmas last year, my little niece -kaiya- picked out a present for me all by herself. she found it at some school market, i believe. we are all a little unsure why she thought i needed a stapler.
his ear fell off on the way over here.
as of now, i have yet to staple anything.

these pics are for you, papaya.
i’ll see you, presto!

every morning i walk towards the edge
and throw things off

like:
car parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever i find lying around…

i go through all this,
before you wake up…
so i can feel happier,
to be safe up here with you.

-bjork

(can we have this argument later?)

Toma. We will finish this project when I get back….

….will you be home?

Dags. Eat your big bread, you Legend.

a teaser of the project that I worked on in the Czech Republic.
diplaced american students in a small town -Susice, changing (or not), finding a path and trying to tend to their [personal] experiences.
I will be working with my partner Tamrika on a longer documentary that will compose this story and hopefully distill some essence as to what happened. we are hopeful it will put forth some questions, some curiosities; people across the world try to understand each other….

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remnants of fascism.

remnants of tourism.

both depressing, both scrawled along these Italian buildings…

this is The Chicken…..yes, The Chicken.

luciano and sonia.
beautiful feet, beautiful people.

this kid started playing futbol around me while I was reading. he couldn’t have been more than 7 years old and i couldn’t believe the abilities he had… at one point he even pulled a Pelé and landed on his back -on the pavement.
….oh, to be young again.