Always Follow Frank

I feel very privileged for having a father who goes out of his way for two things:

1. Finding obscure American Post Offices

2. Finding any form of American architect, Frank Lloyd Wright's buildings/houses

This is the result:

June 30th 2009

New York was a very welcome change from what's been happening here in Toronto land over the past couple of months. I met a Group of people who call themselves "The Asylum". This is due to everyone always thinking they're crazy (this does not include Bob Dylan). They inhabit Washington Sq. Park and when the park closes at 12:00 am, they move over to MacDougal St. and play the blues all night long. These men changed my life, I'm honored to have shared my 21st birthday with them. Never again will I walk past flowers without smelling them (Thank you Peter, the guitars on its way).

New Directions?

What possibilities there are when one's willing to go through the garbage. Made using discarded movie film and shots taken at the last rave I attended in March. Oh to be 15 again...