Where Have All the Protest Songs Gone?
I was wondering where all the protest songs had gone. x Do you think King County Metro would put these up on bus shelters? x Still lives of life lately, with a moving preamble. x
Category: Poiesis
Swap n’ Soup (and Johnny Don’t Like the Teacher)
I’m so excited to see these scans from my swap n’ soup with @_fromthemorgue! I took the first exposures with Christine during @seattlefilmclub’s Sight & Sound photowalk—we listened to a curated playlist while exploring Belltown’s back alleys—so there are layers upon layers here. I was nervous about using my Konica C35 AF2 for this, but it really lends itself to street photography. Morgan took the second exposure with a Lomography Fisheye No. 2 and souped the roll in laundry detergent, kosher salt, white wine, and boiling water. The results are insane! x I’m especially pleased because I was especially bummed … Continue reading “Swap n’ Soup (and Johnny Don’t Like the Teacher)” →
Assemblages of Solidarity (End Empire or End the World)
“What is an assemblage? It is a multiplicity which is made up of many heterogeneous terms and which establishes liaisons, relations between them… The assemblage’s only unity is that of co-functioning: it is a symbiosis, a ‘sympathy’.” (Gilles Deleuze & Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus) If solidarity is emergent, then: it cannot be declared into existence; it cannot be willed by ideology alone; and it cannot be guaranteed by shared beliefs. It must be built – through organizing forms; through material arrangements; through temporal rhythms; and through shared exposure to risk and consequence. Solidarity is not a moral appeal; it’s … Continue reading “Assemblages of Solidarity (End Empire or End the World)” →
Seven Years of This Account (Pike Place After Dark)
Pike Place, after dark, on New Year’s Eve. x I started this account seven years ago as a grounding tool; a way to mark my x on the spot with a move as massive as immigration. Over time, it became a diary of sorts. A way to break with hesitation and rearticulate myself and my thoughts, especially in the depths of pandemic longing and despair. But now I find myself wanting to write less and say less. Some of that is a consequence of having picked up photography as an honest-to-god hobby, instead of just a visual pairing with the … Continue reading “Seven Years of This Account (Pike Place After Dark)” →
The Shankill Butchers (and a Sweet New Year’s Eve)
“Two, three, four The Shankill butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They’re sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whiskey by the pint. ‘Cause everybody knows If you don’t mind your mother’s words A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls. Everybody moan, everybody shake – The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake.” x We started our New Year’s Eve down in Pike Place before heading up to Capitol Hill. It was a very sweet atmosphere. x “They used to be just like me and you They used to be sweet … Continue reading “The Shankill Butchers (and a Sweet New Year’s Eve)” →
New Year’s Eve, a Budget Lens, and Earth’s Greatest Enemy
A couple of quiet moments on New Year’s Eve. As I was composing the second shot, a loud and obnoxious voice boomed behind me saying “oooh, what are you doing with that camera???” which kinda broke the spell of the moment. It turns out he was trying to get me in a shot of his own. x I love my new ultra-budget Made in China lens. x I think the door swinging shut makes this first photo. x It’s next month! Seattle @demsocialists are thrilled to welcome @fababs to our city for two screenings of her newest @empirefiles film, “Earth’s … Continue reading “New Year’s Eve, a Budget Lens, and Earth’s Greatest Enemy” →
Only Connect (Burning Intentions for the New Year)
There’s been a lag this year between the official threshold ritual and the actually lived experience of the settling of accounts, that balance sheet of mental assets and liabilities we call reflecting on our year. It’s a lag that pretty much describes the last three years, give or take. That’s the temporal metaphor I keep coming back to: a slippage out of sync, a running out of breath, the reel of events speedily unspooling while the laugh track awkwardly tries to catch up. There’s a spatial metaphor I keep thinking about too. Transparencies of the self and world like many … Continue reading “Only Connect (Burning Intentions for the New Year)” →
Janus, Resolutions, and the Rent Gap
There’s a metaphor here somewhere. Art in the interstices of the rent gap. According to Google Street View, this space has been vacant for years – even before the pandemic. The last time a business operated out of this address, it was Zipcar, itself a symptom of a recomposed post-crash economy. Platforms for recirculating value. Prints and misprints. x I’d like to say I read this, but it was a video on my feed. The Romans chose January 1 as the new year because of Janus, the two-faced god of the threshold, at once looking forward and back. But they … Continue reading “Janus, Resolutions, and the Rent Gap” →
The HOTU Digicam (No Year-End Review)
Merry Christmas from my lil friend, a “HOTU” keychain digicam that Santa gave me. It looks like a dinky version of my Fuji and even comes with a little strap to wear around your neck like a total dork. I love it! x Wanna see something cool? x This one is for all you gear heads. Only quality content on this page. x Is this street style? x No year-end review. Just this photo I took while heading home thinking that I might have ripped the roll of film I’d just finished shooting out of its canister. x No year-end … Continue reading “The HOTU Digicam (No Year-End Review)” →
Missing My Capitol Hill Commute
Some days it’s sunny, and other days it’s very very grey. x There was a guy at the bus stop in front of this church eyeing me very suspiciously as I took this photo. x I miss my Capitol Hill commute. x