November72009

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I might have a whale swimming around in my stomach.
This is one painful, and inherently boring, sickness, comrades.

I might have a whale swimming around in my stomach.

This is one painful, and inherently boring, sickness, comrades.

November62009

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One for the Catholic Girls. »

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I’m sick as hell and stuck to my mattress, but I’ve had some time to think things through. I’ve decided to make a fairly dramatic shift in my life. Rather than continuing on and on with photographs, I’ve decided to pick up writing music again. I’ve been talking to some friends lately that tour and write and make music and all of the rest, and god. I miss it so fucking much. I’m just getting bored as hell with making photographs.. I think senior photos/an overdose of digital photography did that to me. In the last few months, it has become far too extrinsically motivating for me to legitimately carry on with photographs.. it feels insincere or something. I love doing it off the cuff more than anything.. or to capture a certain atmosphere… or to remember the way the light was on a particular evening or whatever. I’m growing so god damn tired of having to create and feign the atmosphere. And aside from writing music, just writing sounds so much more appealing right now. I fired up a new diary at the beginning of the school year and have written in it almost every day.. and that’s something I’ve never been good at keeping up with. I want to read more, I want to write more, I want to sing more.. thus I have taken down my facebook page, as it seems to only host a plethora of nostalgic finds and robs me of my time. 

Perhaps this is a bit out of nowhere and seemingly dramatic, but really, it’s not. I just need to make this leap. Change is a great, great, great friend of mine.. he always finds me well. 

-J

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misswallflower:

Lolita

One of my favorites. Nabokov is pure genius.

misswallflower:

Lolita

One of my favorites. Nabokov is pure genius.

Reblogged from .la douleur exquise..

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Reblog with where you live and why you hate it so much.

reneelilley:

bansheebeat:

glasswalls:

theindiehippie:

i-love-you-so:

quarantina:

2hookersandan8ball:

livetoinfinity:

joshuakasch:

brighteyesandbadgoodbyes:

t0mriddle:

escapingengland:

I live in Blackpool, England, and I hate it because it’s fucking tacky.

Most people hate where they come from. Your go.

winnipeg, canada. the winters are too damn cold.

cowpens, south carolina. the. name. is. COWPENS.

what more of a reason do you need?

Cape Coral, Florida.

Old people, tourists, and gh3tt0/scene beans. whats not to hate

Rockville, Maryland

scene kids, ghetto trash, and strip malls. fun, right?

Nashville, TN

2 words….country music

Pflugerville, TX. Small town. There’s never anyone new to meet.

Catonsville, MD. It’s far away.

virginia. think about it… oh that’s right nothing comes to mind. and that’s why it sucks. there’s no reason to even put the specific place.

everyone hates where they live. everyone. i live in atlanta and i love it because the temperature in the winter time is perfect. it’s better than everywhere else in georgia because there are less hicks. i sometimes want to move other places (like everyone) just for a change but right now i’m okay with it. it’s a good place to grow up in.

portland, connecticut. it’s an extremely small and boring hick town. there isn’t even a movie theater, bowling alley, mall, or any decent place to hang out. since we have nothing else to do, everyone gets drunk and high in the woods. everyone is an asshole too.

I live in Portland, Oregon. AND I LOVE IT

FUCK YEAH, RENEE! I second that! 

Reblogged from renee..

November52009

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My friend, Carrie Dvorak.

Photographed by David Dale.

My friend, Carrie Dvorak. Photographed by David Dale.

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A video of the making of Devendra Banhart’s “What Will We Be”

Directed by personal hero Lauren Dukoff

November42009

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This photo was taken by photographer Jack Bradley and depicts the exact moment this boy, Harold Whittles, hears for the very first time ever. The doctor treating him has just placed an earpiece in his left ear. Date unknown.

This photo was taken by photographer Jack Bradley and depicts the exact moment this boy, Harold Whittles, hears for the very first time ever. The doctor treating him has just placed an earpiece in his left ear. Date unknown.

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Why Vonnegut, or someone like Vonnegut, is great. »

November22009

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Listen.
a possibility for one of my senior self portraits. i think senior photos are really strange, actually. i mean, i know that i take them and technically, it’s my job and what have you.. but they’re weird. can’t wrap my arms around why kids need to dress up and pretend they are who they are not just for the sake of remembering what they looked like for their senior year of high school. why do we not do this for our sophomore year of high school? or our freshman year? junior year? seems weird to me. i’ve photographed some pretty miserable kids who i see sleeping through their classes and slouching in their chairs… same kids that radiate these beaming smiles for my camera. everyone i know that is a senior right now is up until two in the morning working or crying over their college applications or just trying to look good on a transcript. weird how people can look the part, act the part, but not really be the part they play. baffles me, really.
either way, i developed a roll of film today and really liked some of the captures. will upload later.

Listen.

a possibility for one of my senior self portraits. i think senior photos are really strange, actually. i mean, i know that i take them and technically, it’s my job and what have you.. but they’re weird. can’t wrap my arms around why kids need to dress up and pretend they are who they are not just for the sake of remembering what they looked like for their senior year of high school. why do we not do this for our sophomore year of high school? or our freshman year? junior year? seems weird to me. i’ve photographed some pretty miserable kids who i see sleeping through their classes and slouching in their chairs… same kids that radiate these beaming smiles for my camera. everyone i know that is a senior right now is up until two in the morning working or crying over their college applications or just trying to look good on a transcript. weird how people can look the part, act the part, but not really be the part they play. baffles me, really.

either way, i developed a roll of film today and really liked some of the captures. will upload later.