Some thoughts on content production vs creativity vs mental health.

Some thoughts on personal branding and the fracturing of self.

I wrote this piece several years ago for the now-defunct online magazine The Kindred Voice. Here, I describe events that happened around 2014-2016 as I battled with Graves Disease – and the lack of awareness and understanding of it from people around me. With December being Graves Disease…

What – or who – do you imagine when you think about “an activist”? A young person screaming through a loud speaker? A protestor throwing orange paint at a Mona Lisa? Someone blocking a highway? Someone on a hunger strike? An old lady pestering her elected representative day in, day…

Six things I learned from two years of photographing the same boring place.

TL;DR: Please pre-order my book via Kickstarter. The majority (56 percent) of all Kickstarter projects fail. So it really should have come as no surprise when the Kickstarter to publish my debut photography book Beauty Hunting failed last summer. I only managed to raise 32 percent of the…

A small village called Cioburciu, on the banks of river Dniester, in the Soviet Republic of Moldova was where I spent every childhood summer until I was 11 years old, all three glorious months it, from early June to the end of August. We would stuff boxes and suitcases with three month’s worth of…

Around this time last year I wrote about not making any New Year’s resolutions. How it was, in fact, crazy that we became conditioned to make them at the gloomiest part of the year (I took the paywall off that post – you’re welcome to read it and share your own thoughts). I still don’t make…

Several authors and creatives I follow recently announced, with fanfare, that they are leaving Instagram… only to confess in the next breath that they are, actually, just giving the keys to a member of a team who will still continue posting important updates on their behalf.  These…

I’ll start with a confession. I don’t celebrate Christmas. Not really. Hashtag awkward. I’m sure pretended to for years, in an effort to assimilate, to be like everyone else. But if I’m honest with myself, I don’t actually care all that much. I grew up in the Soviet Union, were any talk of…