Edge of Something
I’d like to say that I’m standing on the edge of glory, but I don’t think it’s glory that’s down there.
I’d like to say that I’m standing on the edge of glory, but I don’t think it’s glory that’s down there.
I was wandering up a winding street when I happened upon this message by the side of the road. It appeared to be painted (or written) on a board that was propped up against someone’s stone wall. Whether it expresses the sentiments of the person living there, or it was left by an artist with
I headed up to the Getty on Friday night to take in the Herb Ritts exhibition and a sunset. I’m happy to say that this time around both things were actually achieved! Obviously, the photographs were amazing. This I anticipated. What I didn’t anticipate is my newly found desire to become a photographer. And I