Grass

Iron

L.A Smog

Mom & Paul

My mom and her ex-husband Paul have a curious relationship. They married, had a kid, divorced, and then continued to live together while she had relationships (and children) with other men. She had two kids, my sister Sara and I, then he eventually moved out, but they still maintained a close relationship. From what I can tell, they never really seemed to separate. It kind of confused me growing up. I was bored so I decided to ask them some questions... (they didn't really get me anywhere.)

Port au Prince circa 1982

Momma's Shrines

 

Laundry

Albert Lawrence Newman

Favorite Quotes

"I have never raped anyone."

"You could be my sweetheart."

"Do you need a massage?"

So we're all in this apartment. Trapped. Adam Yamaguchi's there. We can't leave. We hear knocks on the walls and on different doors, but we can't enter certain rooms or we'll get taken by the aliens who monitor us, and be experimented on. Experiment? They strap us to gurney's and have sex with us. And then they let us come back into the apartment. Adam Yamaguchi disappears, and reemerges naked, sweating, with a stab wound in his upper left thigh. Experiment? We're all kept here like pets for their personal use. The aliens constantly watch us. They can see and hear everything we do. We're really not supposed to talk about them, or act even act like they're there, but I do. Fuck 'em. Aliens are wack. They're fucking cowards. They try to use the fact that they're concealed so that they can seem more threatening. They want to control us with fear, so that what we don't see, what we don't know, is all the more frightening. They don't scare me. I'm sure if I was standing across from one, face to face, I'd kick its ass. Fucking assholes speak to us from intercoms, never face to face. They go and they do their shit in different rooms in the apartment, and when we wanna go in those rooms we can't. We just gotta act like they're not there. Like for no reason we just can't go in a room and use it. Not because aliens are in it, NO, who would ever think that??? We have to pretend like we decided we just didn't wanna go in there in the first place, 'cuz we're not even allowed to acknowledge the fact that their stupid asses even exist! We all know they're in there! If the door is locked and everyone else is in one room and the place is run by aliens, WHO THE FUCK ELSE WOULD BE IN THERE?!?! Aliens are so fucking lame. I fucking hate them.

Moon

Fallbrook, California

Millau Blouse, Gabriela Artigas Trousers, G. H. Bass & Company Shoes, Jewelry by Veronique Earrings

 

All Saints T-Shirt, All Saints Vest,  H&M Jeggings, All Saints Boots, Vintage Knapsack, H&M Collar, H&M Necklace, David Yurman Bracelet, Forever 21 Ring

Allan John Valdoria  for Sun, Moon & Associates

Circular Scar

The moon
That moon
That same moon that hold us all
Holds our thoughts
our minds
rests there
only so that we won't be blind.

That moon makes me cry.
Infinite years
of infinite thoughts
cascading through the sky
from infinite minds
to be held in a place
where never lies
where no one sleeps
and no one dies
A place where no one goes
yet it envelopes me
and takes my soul
for me to see


Moon

 

Mogil knapsack