joan from chicago was the last stranger I photographed before I flaked out. see, I thought the project would get easier with time. it has not. the truth is that it got harder and harder until I just couldn't do it anymore. yeah, I bailed. I don't know...

the best thing about today (and tomorrow and the day after that and probably forever) is ava's homemade polaroid camera. I am ridiculously proud.

obsessed with images of hair these days. more specifically, hair in motion. and while we're on the subject, I'm totally ready to change my own hair. I am not to be trusted around a pair of scissors. and the hair color aisle-- also dangerous. I think...

one from the archives because it's friday, peeps. photobooth friday. I guess I sort of forgot about you, photobooth friday. and I'm sorry about that. I really really am. but things are looking up for you. I promise. making me happy in a very...

number 36 off the list. well, sort of. I should probably explain. on tuesdays, dance theater workshop asks their followers on twitter to 'tweet one physical movement (or nonmovement)'. the responses are then put together into one dance and filmed....