On TAPE Studiois an ongoing multidisciplinary project-as-brand that explores the roles social media, adhesion, and documentary forms (such as photography and video/audio recordings) play in shaping the ways we view ourselves and each other.
Print 025: Shadows in the Grass
In the grass we are nameless
we cast shadows cut off by the frames
that surround us, that bind us, that we couldn’t break past.
Print 026: Shadows in the Grass
I still wanted to be near W_____, with her, beside her—
she was going away to college and didn’t see
how long distance could work a second time around.
Print 027: Shadows in the Grass
In the grass we are sun cast and shining
as the sadness breaks inside me
a wave I hadn’t yet learned to surf.
Print 022: Waves in the Grass
I was already too scared of falling
on the board near the midtown movie theater
on 8th Ave. C_____ tried to teach me how
Print 023: Waves in the Grass
that summer in the grass with W_____
and her new soon-to-be-Carnegie-Mellon-bound friends
I didn’t care about meeting
Print 024: Waves in the Grass
at nineteen or twenty I flew down to Florida
to go surfing with C_____ months before—
waves crashing against us in the Key West sun.
Print 019: The Present Is Always and the Past Is Too
You know you’re getting older when even your memories seem cliché but I swear I’m not cynical:
Print 020: The Present Is Always and the Past Is Too
photos lie because the present is always W____ and me barefoot on the beach skinny-dipping in the clear blue water one afternoon.
Print 021: The Present Is Always and the Past Is Too
It feels almost perverse to write of an eighteen and nineteen-year-old’s sex life even if one of those people was me.
Print 016: In the Grass
When she got out of class W_____ and I would meet at Battery Park after I took my second semester off from Bard
Print 017: In the Grass
I was already thinking babies— half-Chinese, half-Jewish—as I listened to Anthony Hamilton’s “Better Days”
Print 018: In the Grass
go to a movie and make out like so many teens sitting in the back row thinking no one knew what we were up to.
Print 013: Party Like It's 2004
If we were girls in far less clothing I guess the physical intimacy of four college guys will never match up
Print 014: Party Like It's 2004
snuggling in bed with three other men against the camera’s bright flash could have been a Terry Richardson shoot
Print 015: Party Like It's 2004
I saw myself as the nice guy—an excuse to not take chances—I wouldn’t have sex for the first time until a year or so later
Print 010: And We Were All Orange
Is it the dangling gold earrings she wore
the camera’s bright flash that made me blink
or the way distance is a synonym for age.
Print 011: And We Were All Orange
Sometimes memory is just a feeling.
I know from photos what my bed looked like
at Bard but don’t remember W_____ sleeping there
Print 012: And We Were All Orange
even though I know she did. Listening to
a playlist of Anthony Hamilton and Stevie Wonder
after she left. Some teens can’t help but court heartbreak
Print 007: Halloween, 2004
Print 008: Halloween, 2004
Print 009: Halloween, 2004
Print 004: Triple 5 Soul Nights
Print 005: Triple 5 Soul Nights
Print 006: Triple 5 Soul Nights
Print 001: Freshman Move-in
My first week, sent you selfies the old-school way
still loved Kanye and kicks before I quit the basketball team—
why I got off the waiting list, I’m not sure I ever told you what I wanted
Print 002: Freshman Move-in
The body forgets what a new bed feels like two seasons away
from home, boxes and plastic bins instead of closets
the performance of how you live for someone you’ve never met
Print 003: Freshman Move-in
I didn’t remember P____ played tennis until returning to the photo
thirteen years and that hoop is back in my old room
at my parents we must have played but I don’t remember