As we fought our hangovers with Bloody Mary's at the MoMA cafe, Aly and I were fighting not only the day-after effects of too much booze and not enough sleep but also the consequences of moving to New York City. Aly, my favorite Santa Cruz hippie and...
Today, it’s easier than ever to take and share photos: our society is more and more obsessed with instant images. We don’t have time for a thousand words, but we have time for a picture.
Does always having access to a camera necessarily need...
There's a certain energy that takes over a college campus in the weeks leading up to the first day of school: a buzz of opportunity and optimism, a feeling that this is a brand-new start. Subletting a room on the street that borders Columbia...
It's Thursday night in Philadelphia, and I can't sleep. I move to New York tomorrow. I'm a bundle of nerves, wound tightly to the point of bursting: into tears, into a fit of anxiety.
I moved to Nice, to Melbourne without knowing a soul. I...
As soon as I said I was moving to New York, my friends and family seemed to breathe a giant sigh of relief. Right, she’s finally settling down. Maybe it’s across the country, but it’s in the country. Good, it’s time for you to get a real job.
At...