“…a world of abstraction and security and material excess, a world in which he felt grievously cut off from the raw throb of existence.”
I think what people need to realize is that contrary to everyone’s mother’s advice, our skin and bodies are not permanent. Do what the fuck you want to it.
adventure |adˈven ch ər; əd-| noun. an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity.
On 5 June 2012, I will drop everything I know and seek the unusual, the exciting, and the hazardous. I will leave the country and chase the only thing I’ve ever actually wanted. My journey starts in Paris. I’ll go wherever the hell I want whenever the hell I want. I’m going solo and I plan to hit 23 countries in three months.
It’s an amorphous interval between age 0-20 me and age 20-infinity me. All I want is to be zealous, reckless, impassioned, young, audacious, and free. I have this feeling that I’ll find something or someone that will completely alter the course of my future, and I can’t fucking wait to figure out what that is. Stay tuned for the photos chronicling my travels…
THINGS THAT GO ROUND.
I like to shoot everyday objects and manipulate them into not-so-everyday illusions. As they say, one man’s trash can is another man’s treasure. Or something like that.
What’s your earliest robot memory?
PRETTY LIGHTS.
I shot these from the stern of a ship as it pulled into port in the middle of the night. Light painting courtesy of slow shutter speeds and vigorous shaking of my camera.
