You’re a piece of (art) work.




A year ago we convened in Seattle to go to a fantastic gig and revel in one another’s company. We ate good food, saw gorgeous art, and had a blast.


My life right now is nothing but writing, reading, editing, eating, and sleeping. I’d rather have it include a Primal Scream show with some good people. C’est la vie. Instead, here’s some pictures of art that we saw in the Seattle Art Museum last November.





Seattle backwards in 36 hours.


I hadn’t seen Exa in over 2 years, and I hadn’t seen Shelby in close to 5. So, when Exa bought tickets to be in Seattle for a few days, we decided to meet up.

The first night I got there, it was past 10 pm- I had been in transit since 2:30 (my ferry had been cancelled so instead I took a multi-step transport plan involving busses and alternate ferries). Exa and I went down the street to the Upstairs Bar in Belltown to have a drink- two strong Manhattans were ordered. We chatted for what felt like hours, but I felt myself slowly disintegrating- sleep was in order!

The next morning Exa and I walked to Pike Place Market to do the tourist-y things. Exa hadn’t been in Seattle since she was a little youth. It was beautiful, sunny, and warm- I could feel the sun warm the hair on my head, and the air near any large body of water just feels so good. After a bit Shelby arrived- I hadn’t seen this gorgeous creature since we both were living in Switzerland, and so to see her gorgeous clear blue eyes and epic smile felt so good.We drank ginger beer, consumed dim sum, walked all over the streets, and caught up on our lives. It was wonderful to be around these two souls who I met when I was so young and confused. Something about friendships formed when you’re in new places can’t decay, even if it’s been a long time.

We ended the day at a restaurant talking effortlessly after hours of already wonderful words. It is an incredible thing to have friends who are intelligent and can just talk for hours about everything- I love listening and taking part in such antics. If you ask me, good conversation is an organic creation that must be respected and appreciated. People are so interesting and unique and interacting with them is like nothing else. To be sitting in a dim restaurant drinking gin while we discussed goals, plans, challenges, potentials, and all other things, was to feel whole.

Unfortunately, after only one full day, I had to catch my ferry the next morning. Ending the night on the street, bidding Shelby goodbye as Exa and I returned to our hostel, I felt so at peace. The world is small, wonderfully so- you can and do reunite with the good ones.

An appreciated delay


The two week delay in finishing this roll of film and getting it to the lab is actually marvelous. I feel renewed looking at images I haven’t seen before.

I remember having cold hands and feeling like the sun was extra bright. It was a weirdly clear, sunny day in Seattle, after the two days of clouds and rain we’d encountered. We had our heavy packs slung over our shoulders after leaving the apartment we’d rented and walked towards the water, down steep hills. West Seattle and the Sound faced us and there was a cold breeze coming up the wind-tunnel like streets. The lack of caffeine in my system made this cold breeze not entirely welcome. My eyes were all over the place and my mind was as well. We walked right past the gorgeous library, and buildings that had actually been obscured by clouds the nights before. Cities always make me feel hyper aware of my ant-like existence.


A brief stop in a cafe with big windows and odd coffee only made me hungrier, and in my standard clumsy state I spilled water all over the table and felt like a fool. Food was needed. We found a sushi place and devoured quite a bit of raw fish. We were right next door to the Seattle Art Museum and part of me wanted to venture back inside. I felt like a human battery recharging, sitting in the sun by the water.

I am in the midst of finishing papers and getting images back that were made when I wasn’t so stressed out feels destressing, even though writing about them is essentially shooting myself in the foot, as I should be writing about New Zealand government repatriation programs.

After the last member of our party departed, I spent the afternoon and evening in Seattle solo. I went to dinner by myself with a new book and had two large glasses of dark, dry wine while delving into a gorgeous story. I didn’t sleep at all in my hostel bed, and mostly tossed and turned, waiting for the first sign of morning. My ferry the next day was cancelled so the next day was a flurry of being transferred from bus to ferry, bus to ferry, to finally make it back onto the island. Huge waves tossed our ferry around and arriving in town it was pouring rain in a relentless manner. I got back to my apartment that still smelled like burned pancakes (a mini tragedy involving a spacey grad student and a hot burner) and settled back into my routine.



To finish, I miss making pictures. I want to make more of people. On this trip I made images of my friends tentatively, never outright trying to invade space or be intrusive. I wish I’d made more images on film. On this roll you will note the lack of portraits- I made pictures of food in lieu of people. I feel shy at times making portraits of people I am in close proximity with, as tempting as it is to photograph people.

So, this is a kind warning to everybody I will see over Christmas: I miss making images, and you are all potential subjects. Ready yourselves. I will not be shy, and I’ve got a low-light lens.


Heading West soon!

00550021 In three weeks or so I’ll be on an airplane again.

Thank goodness!

Without travel I feel as though my soul shrinks. Or is warped, at least a bit.

This time I’m going somewhere I’ve never been: Los Angeles!

My thesis piece is there- a beautiful enconchado that I will do a post on soon!

I’m staying with good friends Chelsea and Comrade Kate and the last time we all were together in a city was a roadtrip through Montana, Idaho, and Washington to Seattle and Olympia. Harlan tagged along and upon getting to Seattle declared, “I hate cities!” at which point we all wondered why he had come along to a trip to a city. Nonetheless, we had a blast, eating our way through seafood and staying with Chelsea’s wonderful grandparents.

I’m excited to see these two soon in an entirely foreign environment to me!


Bits and bobs of Seattle- West and downtown

001_24A 005_20A 009_16A 012_13A 022_3A 023_2A 024_1A 025_0AAA.jpgLittle bits of our trip. Emily and I had to navigate downtown. We watched sailboats in West Seattle and wandered around. A gloriously fat pug waddled down near Pikes and a gorgeous Rolls Royce gleamed on a street.

I love Seattle when it’s sunny. I normally go in March and spend some time there but it’s always rainy or cloudy and gloomy. While there is something very peaceful about the quietness of clouds (almost blanketing) I do love sun.

Anyway, I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating a lot- I started my job again, and we’ve got lots of fires happening, so it’s been quite hectic! I hope you all are swell as can be!

Seattle food- we ate and ate, and it was marvelous

006_19 008_17 012_13 013_12 011_14A 012_13A 013_12A 013_10A 018_5AOver our 36 hours in Seattle, my family and friends and I ate SO much food- I couldn’t quite believe the quantities of food we consumed.

When we arrived in West Seattle, we went to Salty’s near the ferry pier. The food was pretty good! The service was alright, not awesome, but I had a marvelous Moscow Mule (not in a copper mug, sadly) and some oysters and sushi. The sushi could have been fresher, but the oysters were fantastic! The truffle fries were overrated but good nonetheless.

The next day we ventured across the bay into the main part of the city. We had crepes for lunch, which were awesome- a place tucked into the back of Pike’s Place.  Later, we shopped and meandered around some of the downtown area, before I met up with my friend Ariel, who led me to the Clever Bottle- a wittyily named bar that she had been to before.

We had the lavender coconut cocktail and split a board of cheese and bread. It was happy hour, the drinks were excellent, and the cheese board was awesome!

The next morning I had a cheese danish from the Metropolitan Market in West Seattle- which was AMAZING! They also have a seriously awesome cheese selection. Just in case you’re there and you didn’t know. Because cheese is…well, I don’t know what words describe the awesomeness of cheese.

Objects in the Seattle Art Museum (SAM)

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I miss museums and spaces full of objects. I’ve felt overwhelmed by my own objects recently. I like a space like a museum or a gallery where I can spend as much time among these gorgeous things as I would like, but at the end of the day I can part without feeling responsible for their fate. I am so scatter-brained that I lose my own things all the time and so museums take away that stress of losing or forgetting things (I’m on my 3rd pair of gloves this winter already).

Here are some lovely things I found myself entranced by. There were many more objects that I’m not showing but their lovely American portrait section unfortunately is a dark space that my camera couldn’t handle (I love portraiture, hands and mouths especially).

The rest of Seattle in photographs and words.

Er…I’m actually feeling quite lazy, so maybe more photographs than words.

In summary: Seattle was typically rainy, actually snowed a bit, had sunny patches, and we spent most of our time downtown and in the business district. It was cold, windy, and lovely. We ate large amounts of cheese, crepes, hot chocolate, sandwiches, and other sorts of good food. I had sushi once.

The end.

Only, not really. There are so much more words for a great city like Seattle, but sadly I am feeling very very sloth like and so might go take a nap.


Seattle Art Museum

Any chance to be close to art is a chance I’ll take. I’m an Art History major who loves art to the point that I have cried in front of a  painting. Yup.

The Seattle Art Museum has a rather brilliant collection of art, and they had an ENORMOUS retrospect of Paul Gauguin, the French badass, asshole, and artistic genius. Unfortunately, we were not allowed to take photographs in the Gauguin exhibit, but trust me: it was awesome! However, it was:

-Very crowded

-Full of babies (WHATTTT?)

-Really really dark

The rest of the museum was super quiet as a result, which was fantastic for me! I was able to take lots of pictures from weird angles and not get judged- I tend to take pictures from the floor, or sit on benches and balance the camera on my head because my hands aren’t stable enough.

My favorite part is the old Italian wing, where they have lots of Byzantine paintings with amazing gold gilding, mostly on wood. The Baroque room is ostentatious and ridiculous, but nonetheless entertaining. The museum has a really great collection of objects and is laid out in a really great way so that you don’t feel crowded by other people or feel like you’ve seen the art before- I always go back and find something new every time I visit.

Food photographs: Seattle Edition

I live to eat. I do not eat to live. Food is a passion, a way of life, and frankly, a big deal. I also tend to photograph food constantly, to the chagrin of my friends and family. They have  accepted that at some point during our meals a bulky Olympus OM-20 will make an appearance and begin snapping away at everybody’s food- sometimes with flash!

The food in Seattle was great. I had never properly wandered through every crevice of the Pike Place Market, touristy though it may seem, and we found a great crepe place hidden in the back! My childhood friend Ariel also took us to Michou, right on the Market, where we had great deli-style sandwiches. She works for a really cool company right downtown, and although it was a cold, blustery walk, it was entirely worth it!

I also photographed the food stalls a lot. I couldn’t help myself! Blood oranges, snap peas, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries- how could one not? I find that photographing food also makes me appreciate my meals more. I go back and just say, “Ahhh, wasn’t _____ marvelous?” (Insert photographed meal in blank space). 

The Seattle Aquarium

I grew up frequently traveling to the East Coast to spend time on the beach and becoming entranced with sea life. Naturally, living in Montana is not conducive to being able to see sea creatures! Once upon a time, before my fear of deep water was realized, I used to want to become a marine biologist and even make it down into some of the deep sea trenches!

On our trip to Seattle, we stopped at the Seattle Aquarium. I don’t care if I’ve been there a couple times before- it never ceases to amaze me watching tiny seahorses play or petting sea stars. Plus, we went early in the morning, and got to mostly have the aquarium to ourselves, which was every shade of fantastic!

Also, those six-gill sharks in Puget Sound are AWESOME!  I am a big sharkophile (that is not a word) and those primordial beasts are amazing! 

Anyway, I’ll let these photographs speak for themselves!


I’m leaving for a metropolis in about 3 days with Kristin and my Mum. Here are some photographs from my last trip there, when it was summer, sunny, and blazing hot. We visited the aquarium, the SAM, went to the massive library, napped on ferries, ate sushi and gelato, wished we were 21, did some shopping, and wandered around a lot.

Naturally, this is not “real” Seattle. This is youth-on-a-road-trip Seattle, hitting up the main places, the tourist traps, and air-conditioned locations.  Emphasis on the air-conditioned.

Seriously excited to eat some good food, take some ferries, and explore this city more!

Deal breaker.

Discovered some old photographs from the Seattle Aquarium back  in early August! This place was so great- petting anemones could never be overrated. Ever. In fact, I am quite certain that if you didn’t like petting anemones we couldn’t get along or be friends/acquaintances/workmates/anything.



I do not believe you, continue: Road trip, Part II

Our second day heading into the city began with us waking up to the sun rise in Chelsea’s grandparents enormous windows. Harlan went for a run, and tried to coax me into going along. Having forgotten shoes and socks and anything looking like athletic gear, I politely declined; Harlan’s endurance and general fitness would have shamed me anyway.

We got into the city and decided to go in the direction of the shopping area. We parked in a garage near the charmingly decorated Louis Vuitton window, and meandered past Gucci and other couture shops. Being generally broke college students, we skipped anything expensive and instead went to H&M. Immediately we found things we lusted over; I left with dresses and shirts that quite fit my budget and my figure. We meandered over to the Nordstrom Rack, crowded with bargain hunters. I found a See by Chloe dress that, at $150.00, was too far out of my budget…until I put it on. Ugh. Silk, purple with little stars dotting it, and beautiful sleeves and easy to wear…I tried it on and carried it around the store. Reasoning that I had been working two jobs all summer and deserved a splurge, I purchased it uneasily, but then swelled with pride: it felt good buying something expensive with money I had definitely worked for.

The city offered us many sights to see; picketers proposing paid sick days at McDonald’s, free chocolate chip cookie hand outs downtown, large groups of tourists armed with cameras and backpacks worn on their fronts, well dressed Seattle-ites with briefcases and beautiful shoes. We decided that hunger was gnawing at our moods, and we marched down 3rd Avenue towards the Library Bistro, but it was only open for brunch, and we decided to scout out other places to eat.

We found ourselves, with help from a wonderful girl at a boutique, at Japonesse, a sushi restaurant that was without a doubt, chic. A power couple sat next to us, sharing a chilled white wine. They also played footsie and rubbed their knees together while on leather encased iPads and Blackberries (“No, Jeanine, last quarter was 3%, and that investment was supposed to be made yesterday…) and definitely added a funky vibe while we had California rolls and salmon and eel.

Marching right across the street we entered the very air conditioned Seattle Art Museum, who’s collection varies widely and is a treat to explore. I love the portraits and the giant kitschy Jeff Koons ceramic work. They have some great Asian-American art, which I normally don’t prefer, and actually a pretty cool Byzantine collection!

We then ditched the city, bidding it a wonderful fairwell, and departed to get some Italian food in Olympia. I ordered spaghetti con vongole e cozze (spaghetti with clams and mussels) and everybody else ordered similar dishes. As an appetizer we ordered calamari, and the whole, tiny squid made Kate and Chelsea quite squeamish…Harlan and I ate them, tentacles and all- they were delicious! The waiter was as timid as a mouse, and also quite awkward, but nonetheless we ate well…except for the promised tiramisu afterwards, which consisted of a single lady finger, some cream, and some raspberries. Harlan was quite angry; tiramisu this was not! Falsified dessert claims tend to boil the blood; this was no exception.

“Thanks for the lady finger!”  He hissed as we paid and left. We felt jipped! Ah, but the evening was still young…sort of. We were exhausted. After our dinner we went back to the house and slept- the alarm was set for 5 am to wake up and make the return drive!

I woke up at 5 am, and everybody else was rather slow at getting a move on. I went and looked out the window- the tide was out! It hadn’t been out the entire time we were there, we had gotten up too late, so I scrambled down with my camera and shot some pink and orange sunrise shots on the beach. I found several sea snails, a dead squid, some lovely sea glass, and Mount Rainier, glorious in the morning sun!

Then we shuffled out of the house after many hugs goodbye. My honorary grandmother packed us with brownies, muffins, and fruit, and we climbed up the 46 stairs and clambered back into the car (or as Harlan thought, the cage) and drove back. We returned to our homes and slept in our respective beds. Road trip 2011 was a success!