Writing Practice

A gelatin silver print from 1951 pretelling the story of both my birth and fate.

It is hard to believe that Philadelphia was once a hub of innovation, beyond the “wrapping a slice around a cheesesteak with the whiz."

I travel with a book. The book weighs 25 pounds, it has 125,284 names listed, in three columns, across 1000 chronological pages.

Snarky LinkedIn responce to: I’ve been unemployed for one (1) business day, and here is what I’m already noticing about the job market for creatives.

Two old yokai, a Ōgama and a Karakasa-obake, confront their past and the changing face of Little Tokyo over drinks at the Far Bar.

A group of misfit B-boys stumble into a dance-off they never expected. This napkin-sketch became a short film about 3 years later. I think you can watch it on Prime?