To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in a place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and when in which you vanished. (Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler)


Photography is the everlasting fight against disappearance. It serves as evidence, as a recourse and reminder; a trace of the past, a chemical inscription of brief moments. This series is about attempting to show the world in a way that recognizes the fragility of our constructions; that accepts, and perhaps welcomes, the discovery of a torn veneer. My subjects accept the failure of order; they sense their own inability to control the world and yet, they keep trying.

Here are some pictures from my collection of zines. They are about love, loss, and the endless desire to keep. There is no narrative, no timeline. Everything is misled and mistreated by what I felt or I believed to see.


The Untitled Box is a self-published collection of zines and contains, for now:




WOULD (2014)