A care package from my mom, pt 1: When I was a 15 I was a painter, and entered two pieces in a city-wide student art festival, and won Best in Show and First Place, respectively. The pieces traveled to DC and hung in the Capital Rotunda for a couple months. Later, too poor to afford art school, I switched to photography in order to support myself. These ribbons were retrieved from the rubble of my mom’s home after Katrina.

(via Photo by claytoncubitt • Instagram)

Stop on the sidewalk. Be still with beauty. Observe so intently you shake others from their problems, and as they pass your worship their spirits will be lifted as well. (via claytoncubitt on Instagram)

My cover image for the Village Voice feature on Stoya, “The Prettiest Girl in New York (is a porn star)” now online.

Styling: René Garza Makeup and hair: Katie Wedlund Photo assistant: Eric Martin Post-production assistance: Kristen Lotto @ Gloss

Jazz club, 7th Ward.

My friend Molly Crabapple is a disturbed individual. I took this photo of her when she had converted a luxury hotel suite into her own personal insane asylum. She has a show coming up called “Shell Game.” You need to see it.

Infrared banquette, New Orleans  (5618)

The Chalet. Whistler.  (3580)

The male heart beats at 70 bpm. The female beats at 80.  (2248)

Trending in my bed: split-sided genie pants and Chanel boots.

Me and Katie in 2001. 4x5 Polaroid.

Mardi Gras Indian girls. The baby on the right was masking for the first time and could barely stand on her own.

America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland. -Tennessee Williams

Big Chief. Won’t bow. Don’t know how.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. -Marla Singer

Meow meow.