Hamburg: The Big Picture Show
“Not to find one’s way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance–nothing more. But to lose oneself in a city –as one loses oneself in […]
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On the Streets I Ran
Has it really been six years? Has it really been six years since I was wandering the streets, getting lost, riding trains, and hunting down vintage trash, sex and sleaze, […]
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
Anne Frank had just turned thirteen. Like any other adolescent, she undergoes physical and emotional changes that are a source of both curiosity and frustrations that she records in her […]
Berlin Stories: Part 1
“I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Recording the man shaving at the window opposite and the woman in the kimono washing her hair. […]
Three Women
“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.” — James Joyce As the hotel elevator doors opened, I wondered what my mother […]
Wandering Through Berlin
I always looked forward to weekends in Berlin. Those were the days I would allow myself to wander. I’d even purposefully let myself get lost: If the way home was […]
Friday Finds to Get You Through This Complex Sphere of Life (04/30/10)
Wohoo! Welcome to another long weekend. “Dancers Among Us” by Jordan Matter (“Photographer Jordan Matter took still frames of dancers from the Paul Taylor and Martha Graham Dance Companies performing […]
Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh
Trainspotting by Scottish writer Irvine Welsh is a cult classic. The novel’s fast-paced storytelling, innovative form, and exploration into the dark underworld of drugs and debauchery has made it the […]
Questions (First Published December 8, 2008)
Who do you miss? What makes you sad? Do you walk with your head towards the sky or bowed down to the ground? What do you think about before you […]
Berlin, Berlin (First Published December 8, 2008)
Berlin Bearlin Berlin How you’ve captured me in your claws your red sky Has welcomed me pock-marked arms Or am I just a poor orphan to your many lost children? […]
