livin in the haze

I LOVE SUMMER! The first couple photos are from when I hung out with my friend Michala. We got Puerto Rican food (yummm) and had a picnic. It was really windy and I flashed the world about a dozen times, but that's totally cool because who doesn't wear underwear these days? We took some quality snapshots and chilled and laughed and ate until our stomachs were screaming out in pain, and then we drove back to Michala's house and lay down on her bedroom floor, too lazy to move even when her tiny pug puppy started biting our feet.

me

 one of my best friends, Michala

Michala

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Michala

Michala

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masks at my friend's house

one of my other buds4life, Isa

alien being

Shots from a series I did recently. I am really in love with Sasha Kurmaz's photography. A lot of his photographs are of contorted body positions. I really like the idea of awkward portrayals of the human form, and how our bodies can become so distorted simply by changing the angle of our lens. The body contortion I'm getting really interested with in my photographs is also similar, I realize, to how media publicizes unrealistic portrayals of the human body. 

snail mail of the modern era

I received this email the other day. I liked it a lot.

Hi! 

My name is Caroline. I'm a fifteen year old girl living in Boston, MA interested in paiting, drawing, writing, singing, dancing, foreign languages, math, cities, clothes, feminism, food, and falling in love. Some of my favorite things are flowers, Frida Kahlo, pretty dresses, chocolate, long hair, and pretending to be a little girl. I found your Tumblr pages through Rookie, which I read obsessivley, and now follow your every post. I would love to be your slave. 

Sincerally,

Caroline

After reading it, I responded.

wow i'm actually in desperate need of a slave right now... thank you so much for reaching out to me about this. it kind of worries me that your desired profession is that of slavery, but i won't argue as i encourage and believe in slavery, especially when the slaves are my own.

i hope i can one day consume your soul and eat your brain, lavishing in the brain juice that drips down my chin.

since you seem so keen to become my slave, and i willingly accept, i am also curious if you'd care to become a contributor for my collective The Wandering, which is a collective for art and written related things by teens. if you want to join the team (of my slaves) and become a contributor too, respond to this email from your slave cage that i just dumped you in, with a yes full of ardor or a no full of sullen angst. of a response with angst of any kind as i really enjoy angst. 

all you would have to do is submit anything moderately creative (videos, poems, frozen vomit photography, etc) at least 3 times a month, but i always hope that my slaves will submit more than 3 times a month.

i also really like you and stuff because you are kind of really cool so would you also like to become a weekly diarist for Teenage Diary and submit a weekly diary on Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday about your life of slavery and angst and anything you care to type out and share with the world. i hope you say yes. you rock.

godspeed from a jew,

eva

floating entities. liberal water. purple sunlight. fiery daughter. no need to fight. no need to die. i see your soul resting within your eyes. it burns it blazes it has a crimson glow. the curtain folds to end the show. the black and white tile. the endless rooms. a dancing man predicts your doom. a giant towers into the sky. his vows boom down far and wide. the moon glows white the stars shine through i see the light i see life too. you die to live you live to die i love to live i hate to cry. the voices shout within my head. ideas spinning weaving led- to life to freedom to happy endings. to hope to tears to desolate spendings. to mistakes to worries to escape and breath. to life to teendom we have everything left. our soul is our blanket our harness our aid our spirit is floating dulling our blade. the sun is my savior the moon is my anchor my ship is afloat, sailing till day turns to night. flight.

by me.

oh poems. i love them.

crystal-eyes

I look at photos like this and I just develop these intricate plots for movies and characters and stories and stufffff.

this is a perfect scene for a movie.

SF via the 60s! SF: the happiest place on Earth.

After endless days turned to weeks turned to months of restlessness and various anxieties about wasting my life, I've finally achieved a sense of completion and accomplishment. As you are all probably aware of by now, I launched my two collectives, The Wandering and Teenage Diary. 

These are some pretty photos I adore. They have a glorious psychedelic vibe (to me) and I just really thoroughly enjoy them. I love shooting photographs with film, and I'm getting interested in experimental photography more and more. I want to try and build a kaleidoscope camera lens. It actually wouldn't be too hard, and it would produce the most incredible photographs. I really need a printer with a scanner so I can scan stuff onto my computer more easily. I've been getting really into drawing on photos I've taken and I want to share them on my blog. As of now I feel very much at peace with myself and with my previously lingering desire to accomplish something/feel like I was creating something worth while and doing something worth while.

Right now I desperately want to shoot a film, but I don't have a proper video camera or actors really. I have a super great story though. I actually have numerous stories I want to film. I think film is definitely a profession I'm interested in. It's combining everything I love: stories, writing, art, photography, shrine-making (set design), and fashion. Wes Anderson is definitely the person who inspired me to get into film making, even though (ironically) I have yet to make even one movie. 

glass castle

I hung out with my friend Hye-Won a while ago. I took some photos with my Minolta and recently got the film developed. They came out really blue but I like it! It's probably because I was messing with the exposure and aperture and stuff. Or Walgreens fucked up. We went to this secret spot I love right above a train station. There was this little patch of dirt near where we were sitting. It was kind of in a small alcove type thing that was covered with graffiti and glass and cardboard. People put their empty beer bottles through the branches of the trees and it looked really cool. I took some photos of her there. While we were there we found a cat, and it looked skinny so I ran to the corner store and bought it a little tin of cat food. It ate it and we petted it, and then it left. It was really cute and sweet. This was the first time I actually used my film camera, so when I attempted to wind the film so I could take out the roll, I did it wrong and open the back flap for a split second, which is where the light leaks came from! I love them though. They make the pictures look so great!

*ALSO! I have an art tumblr where I post my art and photography. Please feel free to follow!