Essays, poems and other loose collections of words aiming to smooth out my own rugged investigations into the realities and virtualities of person-hood. Because life is bewildering.
Reader-writer-translator searching between worlds and languages. “In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street.” ― David Markson, Wittgenstein's Mistress
On being an expat in Paris, dating men around the world, being a freelance writer, and living the digital nomad life — written with a touch of poetry.
Paris based American photographer sharing photo essays, behind the scenes, and original (uncensored) art.