A week ago. This is what insomnia does.

The conned me into participating in this. Well yeah, vote for marlpeanuts.

Determine to finish scanning 25 strips of film!

I’m on my 15th strip and I’ve not slept. 

Fuck.

I heard a few friends told me the same thing, people project their insecurities on others. It’s like when u say someone is dumb, the person who’s saying that may feel the same way about him or herself. When you judge someone u may be subconsciously judging yourself. 3 very wise ppl whom I met had told me the same thing and I feel that it really make a lot of sense. It’s really interesting to know. But it could also be subjective.

Joe Dirkse being awesome, as usual. 

Conversation with Joe is more meaningful than ever except being distracted by a stranger’s intense dance moves…

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I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013 I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.
New York
April, 2013

I make it a point to document and take at least one photograph a day to remember how I lived. Take a picture (it doesn’t always have to be aesthetically pleasing), write a caption, paste it on my journal or the wall or share it on social media, that’s it, anyone can do it, it’s so simple. It becomes a habit, an obsession, a practice, bringing imagination to life, a reflection to one’s experience, and a way to forget, and it makes me not what to take a single moment for granted, which make me a little spoiler sometimes.

New York

April, 2013

Another shoot happening next door with men dressed in green and suits while Gifriends were busy shooting, just sneaking around and exploring the space.

New York

April, 2013

Chi girl in magenta

Tipsy shots

New York

April, 2013