George & Cori, DAAP stairwell, 2011
This was when that I moved into my first apartment with one of my best friends, Cori (on right). She and I now look back on these months as our "grunge era." When we rarely did anything without saying, "Wanna smoke first?" Late night trips to Waffle House or IHOP, watching sunsets from the roof of George's house, driving around blasting music from the 1940s, house parties that would inevitably end with skyline, live shows, gathering in parking garages or stairwells or alleys, acting like street rats. These were some of the grittiest times of my life. I wouldn't take this back for anything (sorry mom and dad).
This past weekend, I grabbed two random rolls from my stash to get developed. The roll I happened to grab was from my Diana Mini, taken during the fall of 2011, a period that feels like a lifetime ago. Of all the photos on that roll, this one best describes my life at that time. What I love about a photo is how it can capture the essence of something so completely. No matter where I am in life, this image will always remind me of how it felt to be completely wild and free.
as soon as you're born
you start dying
so might as well
have a good time
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