There are two celebrations I’ve developed especially low expectations for: Valentine’s Day and my birthday. Coincidentally, they fall within two days of each other. I’m not bitter because of bad experiences or anything, it’s just that one thing I’ve learned in my (almost) 25 years, it’s that you really can’t force fun or romance on…
This is my photo essay about the 6 days I spent trucking with my father. Until that week, we hadn’t really spoken or spent any time together for about 5 years. In an attempt to hopefully mend things or at least give myself some closure, I contacted him while I was in Martinique. Eventually we…
There was Jagermeister. And that July girl could carry on a conversation all by herself. Small doses, please. It was the new year and I had just gotten my first tattoo: a doctor bird, the national hummingbird of Jamaica, to be specific. Five-person house party at Bloor & Ossington. I was eager at eighteen, wanting…
