I love Chicago. I miss Chicago. I became who I am in Chicago. I moved there for grad school and stayed for years after that, and I left only because my other lover (a lady) left for New Orleans. I chose her over my city. I hope she knows what that means.
These images are point-and-shoot, drugstore film traces of the Second City. Booooooom seems to favor a cleaner style, and I certainly dig that, but I resolved to try to find places for my work in the new year. So, here we go. Whoever sees this, if anyone sees it: if you haven't been, go to Chicago! And let me know what you think!
