the water-nixie

the forest helped. it always does.

The Water-Nixie from Jessica Olm on Vimeo.

words from "The Wizard of Oz" by L. Frank Baum

many, many, many more photos to come.

thank you Michele, this wouldn't have been possible without you!

packing up and heading out.

my mind needs a break.
I'm going up to the forest for a few days.

















bow drawing by Izumi Kawai

i forgot you didn't want this.

things are crazy. life is crazy.

is it really summer?

photographs by emily.

a little of this.

excerpt from "Cataloguing" by Sam Falls

photography by Marie Taillefer

I haven't been able to keep this a constant, lately. 

I'm so jumbled up, and everything in my mind 

comes out negative and underwhelming.

Not everything is bad. In fact, most things are quite good.

I'm nowhere near being able to tell tales of pixies and never never land,

but I am almost back to being content with sharing those fairy tales.

I've just let my mind do the talking lately, because my mind has so much to process.

I don't want you to think that my summer is so glum.

My birthday was wonderful, I'm about to be showing MY photography 

in a group show at Capricious gallery, my friends (and their dogs) have 

been throwing wonderful dinner parties, 

and I've just gotten into a good rhythm with my new neighborhood.

I just have a couple pesky problems to solve, but other than that..

life is not so bad.

p.s. I had a new header for about twenty-four hours, but I wasn't fully committed. What do you think? Is it time to shake things up a bit?

can we leave?

...That it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.


If I wasn't so afraid of the sea, I'd leave this very moment.



excerpt from "Moby-Dick" by Herman Melville
photographs by Sarah Gerats

you'll be the end of me.

After tonight, I'll stop demanding you

 to stay in my life.

I want you to stay. I wanted you to see it through.

I want you to see everything, stay to see everything.

Stay to be with me, to hide in the forest, to jump

rocks and chase the sun's shadow.

Stay with me to hear my heart, to catch my tears.

Stay with me through the rainy days, and through 

the hazy afternoons.

I want you to stay.

But if you don't, I'll be okay.

top photographs by Chris Blott, words from Dossier magazine,

 bottom photographs from Prada f/w 2010.

locked out.

I was standing on your door step and you were no where to be found.
You're never there when I want you, when I need you.
I'm locked out of your life, and all I can do is peer through the key hole
to guess what I'm missing.













photographs by Matt Sundin.