I’ve created a new tumblr because I’m locked out of this one on everything except my phone. It’s a refreshing mixture of old and new Minkmiller.tumblr.com

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JVL
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Janaina Medeiros
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we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Today's Document
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Xuebing Du
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@minkoil
I’ve created a new tumblr because I’m locked out of this one on everything except my phone. It’s a refreshing mixture of old and new Minkmiller.tumblr.com
Too much jazz for one room
No particular order.
I want to be able to walk alone at night.
Quality time with glittergnat
I am pretty fucking stoked on having some photos in THERE WILL BE BLOOD by the Naptown Collective, especially because I haven’t been feeling confident to show/talk/make/photograph anything at all. It also feels good to see them in print rather than just disappear in the tumblr vacuum. There Will Be Blood can be purchased from Naptown Collectives webstore at www.thenaptowncollective.com along with other dope (and limited) products. These two photos are of Wilson Yards skateshop in Chicago in April 2014.
Tyler Damon
http://www.tylerdamon.com/
A very surreal and uncanny roll of film I recently got developed. I think I left it in my car during the heat of summer. It is a peculiar coincidence that it was this particular roll of film that got damaged in this way, as all these photos are stills from a different chapter of my life. The heat deterioration coincidentally mirrors the decay of an old perception I held about my life and sense of self during that time. I felt that I made an irrevocable choice and thus my life was not mine in that I existed for another.
I can’t articulate the initial feeling I get when I look that these photos, but it is followed by a flooding sense of relief. The ability we have to create a sense of reality/self that feels very static and very, very concrete but is actually a complex multilayered illusion amazes me. What I thought was forever and inescapable is now just a roll of film I forgot about.
A poem about concrete and structure I can’t articulate.
Last winter
A summary
I never saw the sun