The Friction of Distance

"This is when i forget to breathe. All the things i scripted, they sound unfounded."

_I Was A Kaleidoscope, 2006

"I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective."

_Blacking Out The Friction, 2006

I'm posting these that I made in Cegep because I like them better than most of the work I've done in the past years.

I'm also feeling nostalgic,

and inadequate.

These photos mean a lot.

(I love Boston)

Park 'n Ride

“Know yourselves – be infertile, and let the earth be silent after ye.”

Peter Wessel Kapffe

In October we went to Salem for Holloween. We slept in the car in a very sketchy parking lot and it felt like statu mortis.

We survived.

Being convinced of your own imminent death is strange.

I don't think I've ever slept as well as I did that night.

This was taken in honour of Laura F.

I guess whoever left that there hit puberty between the park and the ride.

På Svenska

I had a dream last night.

It told me that my place was at HFF School of Photography in Gothenborg, Sweden.

That RISD or ROSKI weren't for me, and that I must apply at HFF.

I don't speak swedish.

I don't think I can learn in a year.

But I still went on their website in svenska and lurked student work.

I found his:

http://dyrendom.com/childhood

Mix my current work

with my Qualia series

and you get his Childhood series.

weird

Long Pond, ME

I went back to Maine this summer, after 4 years of missing it.

I had been dumped, quit my job and it all gave me an ulcer.

Maine felt right.

I'm going back again in a month to photograph Olivia and Rebecca.

This is Olivia.

On Hold

Maybe if we forget our clothes on the floor

Plan things day to day

I wouldn't have to help you pack,

I wouldn't have to walk you out the door.

Roses and Smokes

"The emancipation of today displays itself mainly in cigarettes and shorts."

Sylvia Pankhurst

My mother wore pants on her honeymoon.

She enjoyed the smell of roses, she enjoyed her cigarettes.

She still smokes while gardening.

Remodelling Suburbia

Because subburbs do change.

Younguns and Olduns.

In my first year of University (2006-07), I did a project on Motel Interiors. I saw them as portraits of past occupants. I picked particular buildings that were built in the 70s, when the South Shore blosomed around Taschereau Boulevard. Their relevance today is questionable ($30 dollars gives you a nice 2 hours of fuck).

A lot of motels were built to house Olympic Games enthousiasts (Montreal hosted the '76 games), and I'm not quite sure how they survived after the touristic boost the games brought, but most of them are still up.

Except my favorites, Motel Canada and Motel Biscayne, which were torn down within the year.

This shot was not in my project, because of the weird colour shifts, but I love it still today.

Si seulement j'étais

The optative mood expresses hopes, wishes or commands.

Olisinpa is finnish for

If I only were