Willoughby — Throwing cards down on the table always felt like love. He’d learnt the pleasure as a kid, eyes barely breaching the table top, sweat from the day’s toil swimming amongst cigarette fumes, paint-stripper wine, cries and interjections, the tally of points. He didn’t care then that he didn’t properly understand, he just loved watching shapes slapped down and swept away. Clubs, coins, cups, blades. T...
Salaparuta — “When lifestyle, livelihood, social connections, belonging, knowledge, power, prestige, esteem, the roof over your head, the ground beneath your feet, your history, your traditions, your language, you...
New orleans — In the light of day, Jackson Square puts on her make-up – an eyeshadow of colorful artwork on her fences, a blush of pink on her sun-setting skyline, a rouge of fire in the piercing blows of the stree...
Tokyo — It is graduation season again, and my Facebook News Feed is flooded with photos of beaming faces in black gowns. I am overcome by a wave of nostalgia. Suddenly, I am craving raw oysters, New England c...
"Who we are is what we make is where we stand in the world." --Nilofer Merchant
Bonds with identities, people and places. Learning how to walk in a kimono.
See Me For Who I Am
Norway Travels Pt. 1
Whether to be seen or not seen.
Who are you when it is all done? Risky business of you = your work.
Queen and Mother and Fatherland and Country
On identity, or why I am obsessed with my college.
Mrs. Pileated Takes a Moment
Bottles and Jars