I’ve kept a photo diary since my early teen years. It’s almost impossible for a photograph to be truly objective or to show what is REALLY happening—and these images are proof of that. They document my world, and how I see it. The outside viewer might see a portrait of a boy, or a still life of a stuffed bunny. To me, they are moments speckled with washes of dreamy colors, bits of magic in refracted light, and the subtlest cues of my own physical presence, even when I’m not in the picture. This is physical evidence of the love I have for the world and the people around me. These photographs are what I make of them. Thanks to Colin, Mitski, and Pancake for modeling.