
Tonight I decided to crack open a can of pilsner given to me by a dead man. It was months ago now, maybe August of last year, when he opened the fridge and said, “Here, have this,” handing me a tall boy in a decorative can. By then, we sensed his end was near, but…

Thursday, September 12th—I had plans, but the night went another way. A trail of cosmic dust had been laid and I followed it. And I happened to have my camera. I had gone to a meeting about a new art project I’ve been working on, a kind of visual writing. You would probably call it…

A handful of photos from the Dash The Henge collaboration zine. Photography from esteemed London photographer Lou Smith and elusive Dublin photographer Mark McGuiness are featured alongside a few snaps by the author. Check out the full zine in the online shop!

Everything has an underbelly. You scratch in the right place and you can catch the scent of the particulate. Those granular details that give a place its feel. I’m always sniffing them out. Walking slowly, savoring every step. A scene is a forest of people connected through the mycelium of creativity. A community of artists…

I was in Paris when Michael Jackson died. The news broke in the middle of the night. Local time. The following day I was walking near the Eiffel Tower when I heard the faint sound of “Billie Jean” in the distance. I walked toward the music. Soon I saw a mass of humans gathered around…