it’s 5pm and a phone call from my mother. she’s sitting outside bare feet, smoking a cigarette, inhaling, eyes closed, savouring the afternoon. the trees skyline set on light blues […]
the city’s a highway. a very long one made up of countless pitstops and endless horizons. you’re racing down multiple lanes being overtaken, over taking, slowing, speeding, racing to some […]
fires are starting in victoria park. trees alight with orange and red and people are packing pounds in early layers or winter casing. it’s on it’s way again and summer […]
she’s pretty as a picture. wondering through streets together late and early. sometimes never making it home – sleeping on a unfamiliar couch & talking over a strangers fire. dancing […]
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish – Flowers cos shit don’t smell like flowers
we are what we eat. we are what we love. and when i saw st john, i saw nose to tail.