"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - Lewis CarrollRead More
“There was two-thirds of a rodent there to greet me this mornin’ when I stepped off my porch.” The man said with a gruff smile, his straw hat jauntily tilting to one side. “From what I could tell from what was left of it, it was some kind of mouse or something.” He kicked at a log that was standing upright by his feet.
“Would you look at that?” He exclaimed suddenly. I approached cautiously. There were others who were approaching too. “Ain’t that the largest spider you’ve seen in a while?” He laughed and pointed.Read More
There was no fanfare for this shoot. No smoke, no lights, no makeup artist. Chimæric and I simply walked into the woods and let magic happen. Our original idea was to do the shoot in a local Salem cemetery, but the one we had selected for the shoot just happened to have closed early that day, so to the park we went. Fortunately for us, on this mid-April day, there was still plenty of emptiness and spook to be found.Read More
I had no interest in seeing Mad Max: Fury Road. It was going to be another retro remake/dumb car movie that all the gorillas would salivate over. It would have no meaning. It would look like CGI garbage.
Oh how wrong I was.Read More
There are so many things that children do regularly that most adults just don't Children take ice skating lessons, dance like fools whether there's music or not, make art and are as proud of it as if they were the world's most skilled painters and sculptors.
They also build blanket forts.Read More
What is it about tea parties that is so engaging? We, as humans, just deeply love the idea of large tea pots, scones and clotted cream, putting jam on our pocket watches. But really, we are completely caught up with one tea party in particular. Well, at least I am.
And it’s all a bit mad.Read More
The first time I was in Edinburgh it was 2011. I was fresh out of college and still mostly clueless about the world. Doe-eyed, moving to Boston in less than a month, and uncertain about my future, I booked a trip with my sister and we hopped around the UK. The two days we had in Edinburgh were spent dodging crowds at the Fringe, eating chips and curry, and being perpetually soaked.
I loved it.
Flash forward nearly 6 years and I was going again, only this time I would be more prepared. I decided to do some research.
My views of Scotland prior to this adventure were advised by three different sources: Trainspotting, the stories of Loch Ness (especially the terrible book by Sara Gruen "At the Water's Edge"), and Brigadoon.
And oh yes, Braveheart.Read More
But what is the next step? There is no guidebook to the creative life, and anyone who tries to tell you that they have ANY idea of what they're doing is probably making up 95% of that advice. Every creative path is different, because every artist is a universe.Read More
For as long as I can remember my dreams have always been filled with the bizarre, the mystical, and the extraordinary – and in my waking life I do everything I can to seek these things out. Maybe this is due to the fact that I was a 90s child who grew up watching Disney movies, or maybe it has more do to with that whenever the sun shines or the moon glows I feel a warm prickling on my skin as if I'm being watched, or maybe even that somewhere in my history the world was a wilder place than it is now...Read More