Merry Whatever. Love, Instagram.
at the end of it
A whole weekend in Montreal… on instagram.
power/corruption/lies/gender
That’s actually what this photo is called on this photographer’s blog. Accidental discovery. Charmed. And she’s from here? Call me…
happy halloween photo time
Genna and Lara.
Carli-da Kahlo.
Some girls.
And me, as Bjork. It took me two hours to make that wig happen.
All these taken on disposable, just developed.
SARAH NICOLE PRICKETT, 2010. M.J.
Whoa. The fastness of time. I’m not sure I had slept. Remember going to this shoot with Evanne and my brother and being a total jittery high-summery screwcase, halfway down. But then this looks so clean. A super-edited presentable me. I have another tattoo now, on that wrist, and I legit miss that bracelet.
Reblogged from Miguel Jacob.
Mazzy Star is coming back, but what’s important is how much I love and want to be inside this photo
via Pitchfork
London v. Paris, September ‘11, on disposable
That was London. This is Paris.
In two minutes at Tate Britain (yes I’m still talking about the one hour I spent in Tate Britain) this became one of my favourite photographs. It makes me think of Lynn Yaeger and ballerinas and Comme des Garcons and oysters all at once. Also, it’s called “The Restless Image.” I mean…
