Writing year-end essays is always a difficult affair. How do you distill three hundred and sixty five days of your life in under a thousand words? How do you adequately express three hundred and sixty five days’ worth of stories in a single, succinct narrative? Other writers may find it easy and take the challengeContinue reading “Sloughing Towards 2021”
I do not think that it is entirely possible for someone who grew up in the west—especially in Europe—for whom Paris is just one train ride away, somewhere they can always visit one summer or one weekend, to understand the idea of Paris for someone who grew up in a place like I did.
Toward the end of September when autumn hasn’t yet started, when the temperatures began to drop but the summer sun still held its place in the sky, I thought it would be nice to capture this shift in seasons in film and make the most of what little color there is in Berlin before theyContinue reading “TRANSITIONS: LOMO 400 & PORTRA 800”
Comprised of thirty-five questions, answering the Proust Questionnaire is said to reveal a person’s character—their morals and ethics, their goals and dreams, their wants and their fears. Popularized by Marcel Proust and later used in interviews for magazine profiles, the Proust Questionnaire essentially is nothing more than a personality test. Here I try to answerContinue reading “ANSWERING THE PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE”
Today marks the beginning of my 29th revolution around the sun—a small wonder considering there had been a time when I could barely imagine myself past the age of 25. Some days I still can’t bear the idea that i’m past 25. Today is also remarkable in that it is the beginning of the endContinue reading “29 Lessons I Learned in 29 Years”
One of the many limiting aspects of shooting film is that film rolls can only sit on the shelf (or in the fridge if you’re of that persuasion—I’m not; too much work), and unless you want to be experimental with the look you’re trying to achieve or specifically going for the expired film look whichContinue reading “Midnight Muse: Cinestill 800T”
We live in scary times, and it’s okay to be scared. Get out of bed anyway.
At the close of each year it has become customary for me to write about the year that has been, not so much to glean from it some inchoate narrative line or life lesson as to simply have a record of where I am in the journey so far, so here I am. What canContinue reading “The Year That Has Been”
The way the summer sun seems forever suspended in the sky, taking its time, refusing to sink beneath the horizon, and when it does go down, it does so slowly, reluctantly, so that even at half past ten the sky is still quite bright and streaked with ambers and oranges amid the deepening blues. ItContinue reading “Reasons I Do Not Wish to Leave Berlin: An Incomplete, Random List”
Nothing too long or drawn out. Ten minutes, perhaps less. Use straightforward language. Simple sentences. No Jamesian syntax or vocabulary David Foster Wallace would likely approve of. The tone could either be sad, or it could be self-deprecating. Maybe both. The story is going to be about friendship. More than that, it is a story aboutContinue reading “Notes for a Moth Story Called “Johannes”*”