A late Tuesday night. Walking on my own through SF skyscraper chasms. The whiff of weed sinks like mist over the blocks around the club and I round a corner to its hazy epicentre and find a grin of... >> more

Things that have made me ashamed of the Australian nation:

Australian Shame #1.

Moving into a large co-op (communal sharehouse) in Berkeley I was happy to find out that one of my housies had a... >> more

The following is unpolished and downright grubby. But Tom Cho reassured me that we all need to write a few stinkers so we can refer back to and see how much we've come. Here's one for the... >> more

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there is obviously something that we travellers are looking for,
or running from;
and it's sometimes the same thing.
some come to find themselves,
others to lose themselves,
and some just... >> more

Stuff in America you don’t see on the TV

- Bluejays.
- Micro-packaging and the extent of disposable waste. (I keep being given cutlery in plastic packagin which also contains little paper salt... >> more

By chance, the morning after flight, I’m roadtripping up highway 99 to the great Sierra Nevadas with random good fortune. I sit in the back of the car with a young Panamanian art-school grad with a... >> more

San Diego, 4:50pm.
Well rested after my train peeled past Baywatch beaches on the sunset coast to San Diego. My journal: ‘I feel like I’m in a movie with too much product placement for... >> more

7th October. 4:30 pm

One wanderer wore an oversized hoodie that hung low and wide over her sleight frame. I couldn’t see much of her face. Just a wild grin at the centre of a gargantuan swirl of... >> more

an incredible project...

http://thephotobook.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/david-maisel-library-of-dust/

A series photographs of rotting copper cannisters set against a black background. Chemical... >> more

October 7, 10:00am, US

I suppose I have some explaining to do...
Escaping customs minus a banana, I exited the airport into the dusty glare of mid-morning LA. Like anyone who happens to read... >> more