sucre #3

me on/in sucre

winter blues

nora

nora: i'm freezing today.

me: maybe you need a bigger coat.

nora: no, i need more body fat.

[later]

me: how did you end up in new york city?

nora: i came here as a tourist and fell in love with the city from the first second. i went back to hong kong, packed all my life and decided to move here. my plan was to sign with an agency and 'make it' here. so i flew all the way with my most precious outfits and big dreams. after 15 hours flight, i got stopped at the border, was kept at the airport cell for 24 hours and sent back to hong kong and given a 10-year ban from the US. i still don't really understand the reason, but I guess i wasn't allowed to even be looking for work with a tourist visa. it was all very dramatic, but made me want to be here even more. i went through quite a lot, but finally still managed to get a visa. they will not get me out of here now.

being nice is cool

emily oberg

south korea: school, suicide, surgery

(published 2012)

heart of a lion

(published 2012)

say hi to forever

manuela

a fifth of the land on earth is her

there’s a girl named savannah
with skin red like the australian sand
her eyes hid a library of stories
in a language she didn’t understand

she was ‘half vietnamese, half australian’
later she cried, sobbing she had lied
she was ashamed running through her veins
was 200 years of pain

(she said her mama tried to hurt her)

her skin marked by scars

running like rivers, breaking into streams
striking, lightening from afar

when taunts were thrown in class
she’d gaze up at the ceiling
no, she wasn’t inspecting the smoke alarm
but stopping her hurt from showing

one morning i found myself
walking alongside her,
‘savannah’
(i don’t know why i whispered)

‘hey’ she replied

fe fi fo fum

a curation by ally

when we shot this ally showed me some references she liked. she didn't know but one of them was a photograph that i took. i was given my own work as reference. #myworkisdone #startedfromthebottom #dropsmic

our beta test

victoria

you know when people stir the dreams you carry, reminding you every day is game day? we walked all over new york city, often finding ourselves submerged in the aspirations of others. everyone has a reason to be here, or at least everyone believes they have a reason to be here. which is a good enough reason by any means, but no one wants to be just good enough. you want to be the very best (pokemon master #thatnooneeverwas).

thursday sunday

thursday sunday