Gravel & grace
hello world
I'm your wild girl
- the runaways
Simplement Deux.
a brief ballet
at Bay-50 St. in Brooklyn
LIFE BLEW UP
So I started taking pictures.
I’m a complete amateur. A brazen unabashed bona fide amateur.
I don’t know anything about photography except that it helps me outline a story that might make sense one day.
And if things never make sense, well, shit.
All the better.
What is a story anyway…but that which we tell ourselves.
Here we meet. I’ve hit gravel. Rock bottom. Dirt sandwich.
Picking things up with all the grace I can muster.
Thanks for visiting.
Even if only for a staccato-like jump before the next ephemeral moment.
October 8, 2025
My silence
and compliance
dealt you
many, many
Stay Out of Jail Free cards
but it turns out
I’m the one
truly free.
I did it.
Finally.
I will forever love October.
AUGUST 22, 2025
Heartbroken
but still dreaming
still dancing
still remembering a future
Stillwell my heart.
I love Coney Island.
I love the way it clears my mind when the only way I can meditate is by bright lights and a sea breeze. I love that people are always having so much fun here. I love how the Thunderbolt thrills so intensely that you can barely hear anyone scream on that straight drop down because it takes your breath away.
I love standing here watching, one ride after another, because I’m still too chicken shit to go on the Thunderbolt. I’m thrilled for them, though, and smile like a lunatic through the gate.
crossing Nathan's
Do not lean on door
Do not text your ex
Just don’t
august 21, 2025
I love when dancers suddenly catch the spirit on what seems like an ordinary sidewalk on an ordinary day.
When life exploded, shit flew everywhere, including me. Initially, I landed in California. As soon as those plane wheels sparked that Pacific-side pavement, I felt like a cat in a bath. All claws and frantic will, but no match for the slippery porcelain walls that spell failure with every attempt to climb out.
I missed New York City. Immediately. Horribly.
I belong here. I want my shot.
So a good friend who’s a really good person – like Salt of the Earth type of person – let me crash with him until I can fly again.
I look out of his window a lot like Grandma wondering when the parents are finally going to come scoop up the damn kids.
During one of those random looks out the window, there was the dancer, and seeing this spontaneous burst of creative expression completely made my day.
You never know how your gifts spread so much joy by giving light and hope to someone you’ll never meet.
So keep dancing.
august 20, 2025
The first night of the time of my life. I thought I was stuck on the West Coast, until I stumbled off a plane and rocked out with Joan Jett and Billy Idol at The Garden the next day. “Welcome home!” the city screeched. And I looked back in its face with tears drenching mine. “I was a fool to ever think I could live without you.” It licked my cheek with a spontaneous mist of summer rain, splashed me with dirty dog water, and off I went to rediscover its streets, smiling like a lunatic.
I thought I was going to be the only person at this concert completely solo, but it turns out the guy in the seat right next to me also came to The Garden alone.
He said he liked my jacket and dipped into small talk. Told me his accent was from his birthplace in Switzerland and that his parents met at a Led Zeppelin concert. He was so unassumingly cute. And didn’t know much about Joan Jett.
I’ll never forget him, how he also hollered like a lunatic and yell-sang his ass off just as loudly as me when The Idol opened with “Still Dancing.” We went absolutely bonkers, surfing the same wavelength of the favorite song we didn’t know the other liked just as much. The most wholesome fun one can ever have with a permanent stranger. I went bananas. I laughed like I was with a whole big group of friends, and so did he.
It’s practically my theme song at this point. Dancing and singing badly while trying to record video as I was doesn’t yield the best results. So here’s someone else’s video. Posted by @GuitarClassics on YT. For posterity, for me. It’s almost a month after this concert as I write this and I’m still stupidly high from that opening that sent shots of cosmic fire through my veins. Still thrilled from having been there. Still dancing <3
Little brazil aka 46th st btw 5th & 6th avenues
I don't know how to organize my photos yet so here we are.
i am grace.
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