a mattress in brooklyn.
Just an old photograph I keep coming back to. I was going to write today about public grief and public loss but I feel I’d rather let silence serve as a small kind of memorial.
Just an old photograph I keep coming back to. I was going to write today about public grief and public loss but I feel I’d rather let silence serve as a small kind of memorial.
some shots in my apartment last night, waiting for the handyman. Los Angeles, CA.