Love affair for comic books + weddings = this triptych. Superpowers not included.

My parakeets: Albatross and Blue Bird. They’re loud as all hell but I love them to death.

She reminded me of Cinderella, a woman armed with purpose and a deadline. Her hands shook as the clock pumped adrenaline into her bloodstream. That moment was coming.

She took a deep breath and made her way to the altar.

I pray we never forget our sense of curiosity. Anticipation and fear lend value to the future. Without that value, we are simply drones.

Tricia, dans un jardin.

Still from Leslie Hubilla’s concept video “Believer’s Anonymous.”

Special thanks to the awesome Steve Holloway for inviting me to help!

Caution: smoldering-eyes. 

“Tired?”

He wasn’t.

If only the general public knew how hard it is to do this.

Concrete jungle, what dreams are made of.

I look back at high school sports with fondness because most of us were still adapting to half mature bodies and unforgiving hormones. Raging pre-teens and big lights made football players look like gods and we all loved it. Made epics of it. The drama, the botched plays, energy spent on a cold field instead of writing a long overdue paper—everything that made the teen years exhilarating and perhaps too short to take in completely.

I revisited my Alma Mater and was astounded with how drastically its landscape has changed. Four years ago, this street at 10pm was a dark, slightly scary thorough-way, ripe with drunkards and obscene battle cries. Now it’s somewhere between Rockefeller Center and an aspiring Paris boulevard.

I imagine the drunkards will still be there though.

Note: not my dining room (but I wish it was).

Frames on frames on frames.