(Diptych, black/white 35mm film, Canon Infinity Baryta paper)
At some point once you move back home for the summer and the euphoria of being able to sleep passes on, being able to leave the house, even if it’s to run errands with your mother, feels like an accomplishment. In between work and the continual process of editing my wardrobe, my family and I spent a week in Florida, somewhat sporadically documented on my Instagram. Upon return to suburbia, I conveniently broke my laptop and have been bumming off of my mother’s ever since. It’s been completely refreshing to not have the internet at my constant beck and call (I’ve been reading a lot of books). I’m starting to remember a life that didn’t depend on half-way completed proposals sitting in gdocs and organizing folders of scanned negatives.
It’s been miserable weather in New York recently, traversing from summer weather back to what the weather should’ve been like in April. To date I’ve had two driving lessons and, with all of the rain, each one has left me slightly more terrified than I think I was before I started learning how to drive. Quite clearly I’m meant to live in a place where driving is not a necessity and of it weren’t for the pressing need for grocery runs next year, I have a feeling that I might’ve pushed even getting my permit until post-college. Any driving tips for the otherwise inclined would be greatly appreciated.