on decay

there are some places that are dead and other that aren't. Athens died years ago. Festering among those ruins was something else. Bustling energy, angry decay, scattered trash, needles and human shit in alleys, grease, sweat, and sex. Socrates is dead.

welcome to the good life.

my new pad in greece

I actually love it a lot.

super!

I can't tell if i like the photography (it works i guess), but look at these fucking clothes. I reminds me of what I imagine the feigned rebirth of modernism in the 80's would have looked like if a nouveau mondrian made outfits. The yellow tights seal the deal.

my work: boy with crayons, girl with candy on her

My work: the fair in Canfield