i miss new york, already. i miss the subways and rows of trees and slices of piping hot pizza and photobooth bars, but mostly i just miss my friends. { LAUNCH NEW YORK PHOTO ALBUM }

if you ask me how we got there, i couldn’t tell you. my eyes were shut the whole way. once or twice, someone would ask, “is christine asleep?” “no,” i’d mutter. and then i’d adjust my pillow and drift back into semi-consciousness. i only opened them when i heard paul tell chris we missed the […]

spring is here. sunlight is flooding back into the house, waking me up early and dragging me out of bed. the air is tinged with sweetness, of flowers blooming and fresh fruit falling. plans are being thrown out the window and adventure is waiting. spring is grabbing hold of my hand and calling me outside. […]

this weekend, i did not once think about you, obsess about my appearance or wish i were somewhere else. i did go to disneyland, take cabs to get around town, and jump up and down to some damn good rock & roll. surprises, everywhere. like when you suddenly realize that somebody else is watching you, […]

i went for a drive today, rolled my windows down and turned the volume up and cruised on sunset boulevard. i was alone, but sitting shotgun were three cameras: a holga, a polaroid, a digital. i didn’t really have a destination in mind. i just knew that it was a holiday and the sky was […]

this is los angeles, as seen driving down the 101 one gray day in november. it makes me nostalgic, and i’m not sure for what. like the photograph of an old friend or lover. is that what the city has become to me?

it is just the internet. there is more to life than <href>s and <p> tags, titles and teasers, comps and sitemaps. if a line break breaks the page, it is not the end of the world. i have been so wrapped up in work, and i have let it get to me — i’ve found […]

i want to hide behind my viewfinder and capture the world in a snap. what is it about photographs that i love so much? it’s a reality that i cannot avoid. when i look in the mirror, i might not see what you see. but when i look at a photograph, it’s right there. in […]

so this. this is where i live. that’s our front porch. one afternoon, i’m going to wipe down the chair and set a table out there and sit with a book and a cup of something and watch everyone on the street. that’s our big window that i stare out of when i’m sitting in […]

it seems to me that if i were to stick just to one thing, i could make it work. a painting, a photograph, a story. any one thing. but my mind leaps from idea to another as if they were rooftops on a warm summer’s night. i am too fickle, i think. i give in […]