Coffee, cappuccino, hunter boots. Juxtaposition runs my mind through like an arrow in a Parisian square on the hunt for ideas. And image attempts to form in my mind. An image of an assassin in all black archery in tact jumping free running almost falling, with style. I’ve been here for a while and will stay a bit linger. This fence is the truth, the tree in the center, forest like becoming one with the world. Town and tree. A small passage within a city I love but an escape none the less. How would life be if it were to be here and only here. To go no where else. Would there be enough walk of life to walk the walk of life. It’s Halloween. I was reminded by a simple remark another patron said the the cashier. ‘Life round here’ by James Blake continues in my head. The perfect record for such a location, granted the record is very versatile in matching its surroundings. It’s more than an idea of a location but the idea of way of life and how to be an observer and there in be alive. Living in the moment is a deeper idea than it’s cliche makes it out to be. Drawing what’s around you in your mind and etching the details in extent to truly live in the moment. And to erase it. To draw a new. Yet on the same page. Leaving behind the faint essence of what once was. What currently is entangled and fully present. Warm gloomy days are beautiful and serene, or I’m in a very appreciative mood. I’m probably in an appreciate mood. Any other circumstance and I would be miserable. The end if my coffee is near. And my scone seams to last forever.
Top. Lock screen. Bottom. Home screen.
The top one is a home screen. The second one is a Lock screen.
“a dead grunge queen”
Model: Brenna Button
Photographer: Adrián Juárez
Stylist: Bryan Villalobos