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Posterity, n.

I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things-the years passing, the years together-are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.

-David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary 

I'm so excited to share...

...the project I have been working on this summer! 

I would be so much more excited if you were to stop by, 
and even more excited than that if you were to bring friends!

For more info, go to: http://beitzatoun.org/cms/events/view/12-09-14/Your_life_OUR_LIFE.aspx

Yay for Allumé!

Head over to Allumé Magazine to read my article on Toronto's violent summer, and explore the recently launched publication I'm so happy to be a part of!

http://allumemagazine.com/news/

Saturday.

Thursday.

Samantha, Ava and Maude.

Mississippi.

One Day in London, One Photo.

Sunny Days.

One of the most beautiful places I've ever been to.

Last Night...

...Aloe killed it, and Badbadnotgood stole my heart.

photo courtesy of  http://badbadnotgood.tumblr.com/

Summer Lovin!

today was a good day :)

Aloe Blacc.

Going to see this young man in concert tomorrow! 

Check him out!

Life drawing II.

Something Revolutionary is about to take place.

"I am unimpressed by recent movements

I need a new direction

Something to believe in to have faith in

An activity to turn to

Something revolutionary."

-From Robin Collyer's photographic piece Something Revolutionary

I've finally found my new direction, an activity to turn to, something revolutionary. Mostly because it is something I believe and have faith in. I encourage you to do whatever it is you want to do. You just have to get up and do it.

Turning Tables, Rudy Francisco.

You are a sentence with no punctuation. A kaleidoscope full of colors that I don’t remember learning in elementary school. Your voice, is the sound I’ve been looking for my entire life. 

Your smile. The only sunrise worth setting my alarm clock early enough to see. If I could, I would shape shift into the first thing you think about in the morning, just so I could be reminded of what it’s like to wake up next to you.

I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand. In words that I haven’t found enough courage to forklift out of my chest. I hear that karma is vengeful and also a light sleeper, so I’ve chosen to love you like this.

Quietly. So I’ll call your phone and hang up before it actually rings. I’ll write you letters that you’ll never read. And when I see you in public, I’ll stick my hand inside of a bagful of things that I haven’t done since you left me and pull out a smile. I’ll say something like, “Hello”. “It’s nice to see you”. 
And then I’ll keep walking. 

Summer Holga!

NYC!

Going to NEW YORK with one of my best friends at the end of July to see The Strivers Row, a beautiful BEAUTIFUL group of performance artists. I'm so excited. Actually, excited doesn't even sum it up. Joshua Bennett, a spoken word artist, is my favorite of the group and inspires me beyond belief. 

This one gives me goosebumps every time I listen to it:

"Hoping that I could literally steal a glance 

download it on my retinas and replay the moment our eyes first played freeze tag 

and neither one of us wanted to stop being it 

so we just kept on touching 

hoping that Father Time would give us a hall pass 

and allow us to orbit one another forever 

and speaking of orbits

did you know that there are more stars in the sky

than grains of sand on the entire planet

and that I would give you either one if you merely asked

build the night from the sky’s skin

like the rind of an orange

or ask God if I could borrow the breeze for just a moment

and blow the shoreline of every beach

into a giant hour-glass made just for us and say

this is how long I will adore the things about you that no one else even notices”

Yay!

Check out my photo of James in the Gleaner Community Press!

http://gleanernews.ca/index.php/2012/06/26/james-brylowski-showcases-his-work-to-rave-reviews/

Found this in a textbook, held onto it.

-Susan Sontag, On Photography

Sweet Summer Tunes.

For the first time in such a long, long time.

dusk.

First Life Drawing Class!

I think I have a new hobby. I kind of love drawing.

More love.

After certain events this past month (and specifically this weekend), I have come to the realization that this world needs more love: 

Self-love, first love, selfless love, unconditional love, love that has you smiling at a stranger, 

tangled-in-the-sheets-all-day-love, love that doesn't ask for anything in return, love that has us smiling and love that produces kindness.

i had nothing to spend but time on you, 
it made me love more.

Street Stencil.

Found this on my way to work today. 

Made my day.