Aahhh I’ve become such a delinquent blogger.

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It never crossed my mind how little color I wore until I was packing. Jesus, all I have are black shirts, skirts, dresses, pants, shorts — in all different cuts and styles, but so much is black.

I have a relatively small wardrobe, but I guess certain things are repetitive because they’re just my style so I tend to buy a lot of the same things over and over again.

I also suck at packing.

This spread was from a recent issue of New York Magazine. Every so often I look up at it, or I glimpse it out of my peripheral vision and I feel slightly better. I’ve had my room redone for a while and I stare at this enormously blank (but beautiful) wall every day and I’ve been patiently waiting to see what I want to do with it. These photos are a good start.

I’ve been kind of MIA around these parts, huh? Things are kind of getting a little busier. My emotions as an unemployed post-grad kiddo fluctuate a lot depending on the weather, the projects I’m working on, and every little thing, no matter how big or small, affect my mood and productivity. And my questionable moods as of late have definitely taken a toll on this blog, as I was in no mood to update it at all. My itch to update has come back.

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It was ze blog’s 3rd birthday this past August 21st. Three years and almost 700 posts (!) later, the blog has turned three.

I’ve been MIA around these parts lately — some of it due to lack of time, most of it due to lack of inspiration. I’ve been trying to organize my life. Be less of a bum. Be less careless. Be more diligent. And energy required to focus on those things takes time away from the blog. I don’t like posting for the sake of posting, but mustering up the energy to post something worthy of writing, worthy of reading gets to be a little strenuous sometimes, as all y’all bloggers would know.

What I want to write about these days is questionable. I have a lot of things to say (how much of a shitfest was Spy Myung-wol? Anyone else tiring from Scent?) but writing has become a bit of a chore the last two weeks so I just forego it completely, instead of starting and giving up half way. Don’t worry, I’m not giving up or anything, it’s just going to have to come at a later time when inspiration strikes.

Anyway, this post was not meant to be a downer. As you can see around these parts, the blog got a layout refresh, a new page, and an update to an old one. It feels like I’ve been tidying up house. It was a good exercise to do all of that, and I like that the blog is cleaner and more well-organized now. Stay for a while, won’t you? ;)

I bought a desktop photo album for my Instax shots the other day. I like keeping it on my desk and flipping through the pages to look at old shots every once in a while. Of my cameras, I like my Instax Mini the most, and of all my shots, I like my mini shots the most.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge digital enthusiast, but because digital gives you the chance to redo your shots constantly, there’s always something mundane about the photos produced. I’ve never taken an instant shot twice because I “messed” up. Ever. There’s the idea that you have to get the perfect shot on the photographer’s side, because you can’t redo it, and there’s also the idea that you have to put your best face forward on the subject’s side, because the shot can’t be redone.

This isn’t about my abilities as a photographer at all. It’s about the greatness of the medium. Coincidentally (or not) the people in all my instant shots always look super happy and content and I love the photos so, so, so much. There’s just something to be said about print that makes things precious.