Somewhere in these eyes, i am on your side
It will take a while
To make you smile
Somewhere in these eyes
I'm on your side
Street, 5th Avenue near Parsons School of Design, Kodak Potra 400, 120 Film
…
It will take a while
To make you smile
Somewhere in these eyes
I'm on your side
You wide-eyed girls
You get it right
…
— Space Song, Beach House
Gold is time pretending to be light
In rust,
the past oxidizes into poetry,
gold is time
pretending to be light
Train to White Plains, New York
In rust,
the past oxidizes into poetry,
gold is time
pretending to be light.
Reverence
for the unnamed woman on 6th and Bleecker
She stood still
in a city made of motion —
not posing,
just existing
like silence between the shadow and the aperture
For the unnamed woman on 6th and Bleecker, June 1, 2025
She didn’t look away.
In a city that trains us to avert our eyes — from pain, from truth, from each other — she met the lens with an unflinching softness. This wasn’t about defiance. This was about recognition. The frame became less about capturing and more about being captured — by a moment, by a stranger’s humanity, by the invisible thread between aperture and the soul.