Disregard this image. Compiling photos and reading a small volume of Ikkyu’s poetry. I’ve somehow carried this slip of a book around for a long time. It never gets old. I don’t think the attempt at typography really works, but I am too lazy to replace it at the moment.
Lately has been busy. Still getting out over the last few weekends to wander. Here’s the most recent transmission.
The winter streets seem right in high contrast ice and pavement, black smoke and burnt out sky.
Lately, I’ve been watching the wires. They seem make their own compositions across the city. Out where I live they bury those suckers just like good yuppies should.
Walking with James on one of the coldest days yet, feet numb and fingers dead, we notice flakes of paint and rusted stairways. What exactly are we doing outside?
An arcade in Insadong provides temporary warmth in a virtual firestorm.
a shame the LHS here seems so empty.
this one, too busy
walking into the night
I’m tired, too tired to write.
the one of the weird mirror thing and the one of the kid in the trolley are amazing. awesome.
Love them all.Can’t wait to hang this weekend
the two gents having a bite to eat is great
Gritty, I love it, this is going to be my another favourite photoblog…