Pause

This generation has become so incredibly fast-paced. Growing up on MTV, we’re used to 30-second commercials. We are the multi-tasking generation: balancing iPods, smartphones, TV, and social interaction all at once. Quick-cuts are characteristic to post-classical editing and the black-and-white movies that our parents grew up on are too slow for us to sit through. We don’t want the full story—give us a montage and we’ll fill in the empty spaces ourselves. We process information quicker than any other generation before us—we are constantly being flashed with images and advertisements. We scroll through our Tumblr Dashboard, our Facebook newsfeed; we click through StumbleUpon and hit the next video in our YouTube suggestions. I truly believe that if I can make someone stop to look at me—if I can make someone pause his or her destination-centered, New Yorker, shuffle-on-the-iPod life, then I have accomplished something great. 

Indie Girl

I want to be the indie girl blue hair and bones making

eyes at Joseph Gordon-Levitt in a record store smoking

for deep appreciation of

triangles

called ‘The Electric Fetus’ reading Murakami in a coffee

shop corner I’d like to be more concrete but even if I said the name

you probably haven’t heard of it browsing a consignment shop

in the Marais District or St. Ouen flea market but more

likely the Salvation Army or Goodwill or even Forever

21 but I won’t tell you that

I don’t like Nutella it’s too mainstream

my picture’s on weheartit it’s too mainstream this antique

camera doesn’t work here’s a digital just get me holding it

there

that’s fine

no not my face just me looking into the lens

absorbed in its uncorrupted simplicity its brokenness symbolizing

the destructive effects of postmodern and modern consumerism casualties on

souls with new technologies (excluding Tumblr) be intrigued

by my indifference it’s vintage from my father’s closet he wore it

back in ’62 I take it off the hanger and braid with my hair my mother used to

grow flowers

I wear them on my dress