What do you do when Valentine’s day falls on match day? Well you send this video to your love one and head to the pub to watch the futbol game. This one goes out to the Blue Barn wives we love you.

J.D. Salinger

Two days ago, Castillo, Fumagalli, and I made a pilgrimage to Jack Kerouac’s grave. Feeling inspired by his simple grave adorned with cigarettes, joints, and whiskey bottles, I went home intent on rereading On The Road. I searched the apartment. I couldn’t find it.
This is when I came across Salinger’s Franny and Zooey. Within 30 minutes, I had blown through the first of the two novellas that make up the book. I went as far as to write down a passage from the Franny novella that I loved and tacked it above my computer as inspiration (which can be found at the end of this post). The next day, Mr. Salinger died at the age of 91.
I immediately called my friend to share this amazing coincidence(?).
Me- “Do you think this means somehow we’re connected? I mean, Salinger was known to be into a bunch of different spiritual philosophies. Maybe he was reaching out to me.”
Friend-”Or maybe somehow you killed him.”

-Weckel

“Then, as though he had suddenly become exhausted-or, rather, depleted by the demands made on him by a world greedy for the fruit of his intellect- he began to massage the side of his face with the flat of his hand, removing, with unconscious crasness, a bit of sleep from one eye.”
-J.D. Salinger (1919- 2010)

I have recently discovered the joy of iphone photography. The inconspicuousness of the camera, it’s lack of f stop & shutter control, allows for pure abandonment to preserve a millisecond. Using the iphone camera reminds me of gallivanting around Maine in my early 20s with a Holga. The memories of warm summer light and the newness of the world in which any direction leaded to something never experienced.

In hopes of perpetual change for the betterment of my character and soul, I have left my DSLR at the Barn and have solely been shooting with the iphone. I have been playing again, with new eyes not knowing what it will yield.

“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
— Havelock Ellis

Castillo