forget your fancy manners, forget your english grammar
Posted in Love and Sex, Photography, Writing, holga, poetry on Jun 14th, 2009
Intimacy breeds expectations
And she just can’t give what they want
Their favorite soul song from the seventies
Are the words that incessantly haunt
The hurt that’s never on purpose
Never seems to sting any less
And her yearning is always fleeting
From the moment that she gets undressed
Inadequacy isn’t a factor
There’s nothing that they could have done
For when she gets up [...]
Posted in Photography, Real Talk, holga on May 23rd, 2009
So if you’re the photographer or her husband, or Callan or Robbie and you happen to stumble upon this while your surfing the interwebz, please get at me with the names that I’m sure you told me, but I have completely forgotten. Because I am really proud of this photograph, and I don’t want to feel like a dickhead every time I show it to someone.
Posted in Music, Photography, Pop Culture, holga on May 2nd, 2009
We’re coming up on a very special time of year for music. College aged hipsters are finishing up their semester, scrounging cash, and trying to decide which summer music festival to blow it on. The lineups have been announced, and tickets are going fast. But with all these time crunches, rising ticket prices, and fine print flyers- how the hell are we to decide which one to go to?
Posted in 35mm, Photography, Writing, holga, poetry on Apr 24th, 2009
Burning Brightly, originally uploaded by vanessa_q.
Sometimes
I just feel so lucky
For every single little detail
Smoke rings and magazine collages
The sunroof and shotgun
Standing on the highest cliff in town
behind a glass house
Every single light
but we all shone much brighter
I was really afraid
the night sky was going to
swallow us whole and spit out
our stupid haircuts
The windows always down
the [...]
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