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YOU CAN’T TAKE THE COUNTRY OUT OF THE GIRL
My purse on my friend Sydnie Michele’s seat… #kitsch #vermonter #inthecity
SOMETIMES BREAKS ARE SWEET
BROOKLYN LOLLIPOP. #whenonedoorcloses #thereiscandy
A LITTLE BACKBEND…
… IT DOES EMPOWER. Photo by Sydnie Michele & Stephen Salmieri. #leanback #feelyourpower
SLOPPINESS CAN SING, TOO
Found near the UN, on my walk home… #justlookaround #lifeisbeautiful
PIZZA ENDS FOR EVERYONE
If we know from experience that every end brings a new beginning,
What is our fascination with memorializing either concept
As a “thing” that stands alone?
I’ll tell you why… MORE
COLOR: THE ONLY CLUB I EVER BELONGED TO
How I do Friday night.
GRAN CONES
I was feeling my own sun die away
When I spotted these cones on my walk home the other day.
It’s amazing how color can punch through even the worst of it.
The worst in us.
My childhood was one of taking to puffy paint shirts in neon with purpose.
And we’re drawn to rainbow spitting unicorns for a reason.
A still life comprised of safety ingredients, MORE
ELVIS AND I, ARE STILL ALIVE
Hi Everyone! So I wanted to share with you the fun surprise that my gallery recently scored this exhibition of my CLOSER NY dibond prints in the Palais Livingston in Frankfurt’s banking district, in the room that is home to the Frankfurt Press Club!
Elvis made the party… reminding me that “being alive” truly is subject to public perception, as many of you have been asking what ever happened to me these past months! Just know that I’m working tirelessly on a career secret that I can’t wait to share with you, that I’m still alive, and that I’ve missed you. Click to leave a comment and let me know how you’re doing! MORE
WE ALL GET A TOWEL
We all get some clean, fluffy something, to balance out the mess
To hug us in the spa-less
To minimize our shakes, post pool
To throw on a toilet overflow
To rid ourselves of manmade rain
To scream into when we can’t make sound
To take our faces off
Those put on so our mouths could make spandex of the truth
We all get a towel MORE
HOW I ANGLE THE MIRROR, IS UP TO ME
I know that when we’re approaching 20, what’s considered “profound” or “groundbreaking” may only be mildly, either of those things. We have a naively stocked repertoire of comparisons to run with at that time, after all…
Take FRAME 10. This is from a contact sheet from my college b&w darkroom class.
If I were someone else, producing one of those cliché-filled feeds or coffee table books we all know so well, I might say this lone rearview mirror I snapped from my parents’ car one cold Vermont day speaks to: “The things I can’t see right before me, when I’m dwelling in the past.”
But I’m not about to say that. MORE
STRENGTH IS
A still from “THE DAD BOX”. Life is a tree swing, until it becomes harder to swing… Strength is pure heart inside of compromised form, an unruly pull on limbs, and dopamine levels outside of one’s control. Strength is my Dad. #parkinsons
STUFFED CONSOLATION
To the canned buffalo meat of me.
To my consumption.
To the stuffed bears and all other far cries from the real thing
That I’ve let console me.
To the rituals of reverence I have neglected.
To the native software inside me crying out for external shrouds… MORE
CALLING MARS
I’m not sure if I’m from Venus or Pluto… but will you take my call anyway? Photo by Sydnie Michele & Stephen Salmieri. #acceptyourself
HADES HANDS
HADES HANDS. Taking my post-it list, out for a spin. Hummus and coffee, mangoes and parsley. All agendas innocent, still live through the darker shades of day…
LADY OF THE WATERFRONT
Feeling blue escape route: Find the layout of old rowboats or some mushroom on a tree, beautiful. Your mere noticing, curates your freedom. The shape of that moment, is your gift to yourself.
THE THINGS I SAW, AROUND THE THINGS I DIDN’T
Why not pick your teeth of the region’s finest sardines, before hopping that plane. Before returning to our building, to our bed, and to me lying there in it… to finally tell me: You were in love with another her.
What’s a little New Yorker by the water, when you’re about to kill her. MORE
HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE
Dear beloved friends… I’ve been MIA due to several waves of sickness. But I’ve made it to the other side, and I wanted to say hi! I thought, how better than with my box art still, “DATE WITH ADAM”. It’s a reminder that the “apple a day” thing might be something to consider more seriously… I guess Eve just wanted her man to be healthy, is the real story. Health be yours, and more from me soon!
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