I grew up in east county San Diego, a place void of seasons. Most people consider it to have the best weather in the world. I beg to differ, the monotonous consistency was incredibly uninspiring. I live in the Pacific Northwest now, arguably some of the worst weather in the world. But the feeling I get at the start of each season is hard to describe, the other day I felt powerful sun on my skin for the first time in months and it gave me a crazy lust for days at the beach or beside a winding river.


Favorite Films: The Dreamers (2003; Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci) 

"I was one of the insatiables. The ones you’d always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they’d been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist’s cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us… from the world."