Hi! I'm a placemaker, photographer, artist, and bonafide nerd residing in Southern California. When I'm not editing photos, I'm reading and reviewing books that concern the Black aesthetic in the built environment OR watching Netflix.
there's more color on one block in the French Quarter than there is in all of Southern California, i'm fairly certain surely i must be right, her bright yellows are blinding, kind of like the light bad filmmakers imagine Los Angeles is submerged in every day no matter the season -
Book Review: This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron
I love fairy tales, always have. By the time I was four years old, I had Hansel and Gretel memorized. I own a leather-bound complete collection of Grimm fairy tales, a secondary book of tales that includes stories from Hans Christian Anderson, and a collection of favorite African folk tales as selected by Nelson Mandela.
I think I knew it was going to happen as soon as I bought the tickets. There was something about the story in the paper, something tragic about the excitement, the enthusiasm, the unbridled optimism. It called to me like a siren, and before I knew it, I was spending three months' worth of wages on a ticket for myself. I had been saving up for a ring for my girl, but admittedly I wasn't actually excited to marry her. It was just something to do, maybe something that would break up the growing monotony of life.
Strangers in my Home
Today I walked into my childhood home only to find it full of strangers. Everything about the house, from the dusty rafters to the cool, clean tiles beneath my feet were as familiar to me as my shadow, as the acne scars on my face, as my constant boob sweat. The house wasn’t always comfortable - in the summer the indoor heat was more akin to hell, and my poor gay spirit sweltered under that very Christian environment as a teenager. There was no escape - the house was in the middle of two lackluster suburbs and the wood floors, ceilings, and walls creaked so much that any attempts at sneaking out would have been futile. There were times that I didn’t even bother to acknowledge when I “sinned” - why bother when you’re already there?
The Train is the Best Tourist Attraction of Any Major City.
Let’s assume that you were interested enough in my traveling habits to ask me what the main thing I like to do in any new place is. My answers would be short, simple, and for many people, probably kind of weird: The first thing I’d do is check out the place’s public transportation system.