Morrison

Morrison always reminds me of my old man. The Peugeot on the Viaduct. October afternoons on Queen Anne. The Paragon way back when. My friend Asher says this is the only good Van Morrison song. He's clearly ill informed. Anyhow. I went home for a hot second. Felt good to go back. Clear skies an abnormality. New friends and the ones that aren't going anywhere. The Chair of Despair and my father's new "Zen." Can't say I'll ever live there again, but I can always reminisce with some of this shit.

Thirty Five Millimeter | The Philippines

From three rolls of film that I shot in the Philippines. Puerto Princesa, El Nido, Coron and Davao City, mostly. Spent a month amongst the islands, my second time in the archipelago. Traveled by boat, shot 1911s, drank countless San Mig Lights, and did the kayak, snorkel and swimming stuff. Found paradise on a peninsula off the coast of El Nido, accessible only by boat, with nothing but huts and beach sand and rum filled coconuts. I won't say where. It'll be ruined. Just know that your trip to Thailand has nothing on this place ;)