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The last time I felt handsome was thanks to a top notch Taiwanese haircut • Taipei 2016

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i play this one a lot • taiwan 2016 • 35mm film

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bae

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laramaid • summer 2017 • 35mm

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city of skies and small lions • summer 2016 • 35 mm film

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evrything in my life at the moment

“You must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness.”

— Katy Maxwell // girl of the earth

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CicLAvia • Today on this path with Viver Brasil

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Pomona is Art • Summer 2018

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Notes and minerals • 2018

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robot restaurant • august 2015 • 35 mm • likely lomo 400

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Lunadora Logo • Summer 2018

Yesterday I quit my job. Immediately. Some wonderful consultations with important people in my life followed through the day. I can’t help but be impressed with and grateful for the kindness my company and my colleagues showed me at this junction. They let me leave with some dignity and wished me the best. I want to return that gesture by living my best life.

I’m hearing a call to bring Lunadora out of her hibernation. There are a few things I need to accomplish first, but coming out of my own period of deeper, darker emotional work and processing my capabilities with my needs, now is the time to get focused.

Lunadora is a small seed with a lot of potential. There are many connections I’ve made over the summer that I need to foster. I need to honor the strides I’ve made outside of the Los Angeles cultural grinder. Where I live is asking for these artistic experiences to be nurtured and shared. Art can be a community garden too, it just takes the first hand in the dirt to make it happen.

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my prize pig • 2016

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taurus green • turkey • may 2012

hella chill gölcük yeşil.

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the most unreal month of my life • may 2012

ink first, ask questions l8r. white sakura gel ink over prismacolor marker. birgi.

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Pirouette

Don’t let me look into your eyes,

Or I’ll fall into this dance again.

A filtered gender magnified by spotlight,

in unhappy curls and misaligned gestures.

Pink and blue are never neutral colors.

But I wear a pink with coffee and grease stains,

And I wear a blue that shines with stardust.

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Reblog to bless someone’s dash.

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From old times.

To They who gather a bouquet of clouds

With all my might I would lend to your force

that courses through your long arms

so they would straddle my ribs and capture my body.

Put the world away. I don’t care where.

Nothing means more than finishing this,

than to fasten this band.

Uncover the dream, wild and wrapped

in a thinning veil, before these grow

deep and untouchable.

Reverse me. Drag me back.

I don’t want to steal you but

I can’t help having

the soul of a thief.