PHOTOS // fisheye, fishtail, fishbreath.

shirt: Forever XXI // jeans: DKNY // hat and shoes: thrifted // dark circles: sleeplessness

My father brought home a beautiful thing yesterday. It's a little extension for a camera lens that will either increase the zoom or — yes! — make the shot extremely fisheyed, depending on which way you screw it on. It's amazing.

And fun.

All these shots are unedited.

I went to the beach with Sally today. We went on a journey into horrorland last night and watched two movies that really didn't have a plot but were sufficiently scary nonetheless. In one of them there were trolls and in the other one the characters ended up already dead and ghostly. (Nothing with Nicole Kidman, I know what you're thinking, it's some weird indie flick whose name escapes me. The troll movie was called Inhabited.)

I saw my friend Sarah K at the beach, and we built a giant sand turtle with some helpful 4-year-olds. They seemed to be a lot more intelligent than I am currently. They gave the turtle eyebrows and ears, so it can listen to its mommy. I built a baby turtle and some eggs. Sally made a tail.

No photos, because we were dumb for most of it and lacked a camera. And also because my phone is not being friendly.

But anyway, beachness made us salty and brain dead and it took forever to unwind my salt-caked fishtail braid.

And now my water glass smells fishy. I'm blaming the cats. Because people-water is much better than cat-water.

Time for a bath and some pampering and some sleep.

PS: Sorry I was all MIA for a few days. My cerebral functions have been compromised and I've spent the last few days in a somewhat vegetative state.

listening to: Throwing Fire by Ronald Jenkees