photo diary #1

So. My life has completely flipped over the last month and I'm not sure I want to write about it. (A first!) Let's just say I've been a big mess lately. Too much information, too much to process, to much to do, too much to feel. Never any time.

But, for context: I got a job. A real job. With, like, decent pay, and stuff. Doing something I love. In publishing. While I'm still a student. I'm an editorial assistant, and it's both everything and nothing like I expected. I've met such amazing people. It's mega cool.

I'm just not 100% happy, and it's hard to explain.

[Cue Britney Spears's "Lucky," am I right?]

For the last few weeks I've finally been getting back to a healthy mindset. Then this monumental shift happened and the sads picked right back up. But that's a story for another time, if there's one.

Anyhoozers, I'm going to take advantage of my Internet (Former) Teen status now and throw together a couple of shitty low-quality phone photos I took recently. I'm actually pretty glad that the iPhone age, coupled with noughties nostalgia, has made them ironically hip/aesthetically acceptable again.

A couple of weeks ago I got to go to the Makati office of Canva, a Sydney-based graphic design app. It felt like walking into that Parks and Rec arc where Blake Anderson is the head of Gryzzl, a super zeitgeist-y, actually pretty terrifying startup. Needless to say: beyond cool.

The huge corkboard is right above my desk at work and I was so delighted to find a Phrazes-era Julian Casablancas flyer (of his pseudo-iconic Palace Theater residency!) on our mood board. 

I attended a launch party for Perro Berde VI, a free magazine that's a joint project between Instituto Cervantes and the Spanish Embassy. 

I'm obsessed with the all-pink, plant-adorned ladies' room in the newly-reopened A.S. pavilion one. 

I bought a book of poems from the stall in A.S. a few months ago and it had everyone from Sylvia Plath to Anne Sexton to Philip Larkin. I hadn't heard of John Wain when I read this, but this poem had a tight grip on me from the get-go. I'd never read anything so closely resembling my life. 

I attended my first Art in the Park with Ate Inah and Patti just yesterday. This above piece is very Adam Green-meets-MGMT to me. I couldn't afford anything save for two postcards, but it was nice to be looking at nice things in the company of people I liked spending time with and the outdoors, even if it was scorching. We capped the day off at 8 Cuts and I had a burger with only onions and truffle creamed cheese, which is a revelation.