Con-fab.
This is what happens when you don’t notice you’ve finished a roll and keep shooting over & over on the last frame.
Drinking is funny.
This little tin box is filled to the brim with mementos and personal ephemera.
I started a project wherein I arrange and photograph groups of items from the box.
This is the first installment, comprising trinkets from college. Here’s a list:
1st row, L to R
1. Half-burned wrestling trading card someone handed me at a bar;
2. College I.D.! I wish you could see more clearly the rugby shirt I am wearing;
3. Wristbands from various bars/shows;
2nd row, L to R
4. Key to the outside door of my ex-boyfriend’s dorm.
5. Dragonfly & star pins I got at Big Fun, before it moved across the street;
6. Acorn pin I got from Little Jacket’s table at the 2004 Black Squirrel Festival. I had a major boner for the kid working the table;
7. Admission button from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Used during a 2004 roommate trip to NYC.
8. Peach parking voucher for a Detroit Bright Eyes show my BFF & I attended when we were 19;
9. Prayer card I got as a tip my first day flying solo at my first serving job;
10. Used MTA card from NYC trip mentioned above;
11. Handmade matchbox a bartender left on my coffee table.
Take a seat.
So life-like.
Pastel Albert
books! check ‘em out!
Pensive Dinosaur Jr. (that’s her name).
My mother’s bedroom window.
