I’m not the most spiritual person. Meditating stresses me out because I can’t relax. If ever I pray, it’s for things like the lottery or my safety upon boarding an aircraft. Also, I am terrified of Sedona. So in the past, when people have talked to me about the power of crystals and how to align my chakras, I’ve done my best to maintain my oh isn’t that interesting face, whilst not paying attention at all. I guess you could say I’m quite skeptical. Cut to a couple of weekends ago, when after spending Read More…

I’ve known Buck and Darryl for a little while now, so I’ve seen their apartment take shape over the three years since they moved in, yet I never considered the idea that perhaps there was a solitary driving force behind its ever changing aesthetic until recently when I went to take photos of it for Eye Spy. Darryl: I guess you could say that this apartment is meant to be enjoyed while high. Buck: Yeah, I mean we’re stoned a lot. Maybe this is something you’d think would be hard to Read More…

On a fairly regular basis, I find myself nearly walking into sign posts or tripping off of curbs whilst walking down the street as I’m straining my neck in order to peer into stranger’s half open windows. I’m terribly nosy and I don’t mind being inappropriate about it. If you’ve invited me into your house and dare to leave me alone long enough for you to use the bathroom, it’s likely that when you return you’ll catch me peeking into your fridge or abruptly shutting a junk drawer. I love Read More…