First night in Long Island. the night was eerie with quiet, midnight cyphers and contemplations of our past in its present.
This roll begins in Valentino Pier and ends with the warm feeling of love induced belonging. Love induced. Belonging.
Love.
this is my PRETTY ex girlfriend. she makes me happy. she makes me sad. I look on these photos and feel a lovely youth. sentimental value caught on the chemicals of a camera. she looks youth. we looked ALIVE.
Exploring Brooklyn with Luna. Pushing anxiety out through the heat and exhaustion of biking on a sunny day. East Williamsburg still had something left of Brooklyns identity.
FLEX FREE
classic.
From Far Rockaway to the theater to the angst in my room these were the points where my time felt a little more full.
watching Kubricks 2001 in the east village cinema, uncut. she looked so pretty this day, we were fruitful.
Central Park, the heat was strong, the sky was a thick blue, New York began its summer, a walk alone after some time in the MET.
