One thing I can say for certain about myself: It is at least one level of extremely difficult to meet a literary idol without the ability and maybe the resultant necessity to inform the following:

"I make books. I love books so much, I want to break bookshelves with books. I love books so much, I am in love with a writer. I am the type of person who wants only to work with the type of person you are only to make your work as effective as possible. That is what I’ve devoted my life to and I want you to know that I am one of those people."

Of course, this is an impossible statement, because I am not currently a book designer.
Michael Chabon is a really great and wonderful writer and it is nothing less than extraordinary to me that he proves to be an equally great and wonderful person.

One thing I can say for certain about myself: It is at least one level of extremely difficult to meet a literary idol without the ability and maybe the resultant necessity to inform the following:

"I make books. I love books so much, I want to break bookshelves with books. I love books so much, I am in love with a writer. I am the type of person who wants only to work with the type of person you are only to make your work as effective as possible. That is what I’ve devoted my life to and I want you to know that I am one of those people."

Of course, this is an impossible statement, because I am not currently a book designer.

Michael Chabon is a really great and wonderful writer and it is nothing less than extraordinary to me that he proves to be an equally great and wonderful person.

Nikon EM, expired film (window)

Nikon EM, expired film (window)

Nikon EM, expired film (on the ferry to Ward’s Island)

Nikon EM, expired film (on the ferry to Ward’s Island)

Nikon EM, expired film (Adrian, Vicky)

Nikon EM, expired film (Adrian, Vicky)

hahaahh oh wow, I just found this on my external. Tiny paper instruments that I made for a summer class a few years ago. Adorable.

hahaahh oh wow, I just found this on my external. Tiny paper instruments that I made for a summer class a few years ago. Adorable.

if I break first, The Lake will fill the space (2012)

if I break first, The Lake will fill the space (2012)

Those Things Which I Must Soon Do

—Re-bind that book (not badly this time).

—Set up Etsy for hand-made journals

—Set up proper workspace for Etsy for hand-made journals

—Write new books (about everything)

—Make these newly written books into books

—Make those zines which are pre-formed inside head

—Remember that finding the right creative outlet can’t be remedied with logic. JUST DO IT (like Nike)

I never thought it much of a surprise that such a beautiful voice came from such a beautiful mouth.
http://youtu.be/3thjtGckoLk 

I never thought it much of a surprise that such a beautiful voice came from such a beautiful mouth.

http://youtu.be/3thjtGckoLk 

Old apartment in the Annex, winter.

Old apartment in the Annex, winter.

dame flourescente de la nuit
(Montréal)

dame flourescente de la nuit

(Montréal)

Boucherie Buymore: gros & détail
(Montréal)

Boucherie Buymore: gros & détail

(Montréal)

Restaurant Milani Cuisine Vietnamienne
(Montréal)

Restaurant Milani Cuisine Vietnamienne

(Montréal)

Fishy fortune teller.

Fishy fortune teller.

These were all things that he was never going to see again. The thought was banal, and yet somehow, as happened every now and again, it took him by surprise and profoundly disappointed him. It was absurd, but underlying his experience of the world, at some deep Precambrian stratum, was the expectation that someday—but when?—he would return to the earliest chapters of his life. It was all there—somewhere—waiting for him … This conviction was not something rational or even seriously believed, but somehow it was there, like some early, fundamental error in his understanding of geography—that, for instance, Quebec lay to the west of Ontario—which no amount of subsequent correction or experience could ever fully erase.

—The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, p.602, by Michael Chabon

Percé

Mom: When we were in Quebec, when you were four, your cousin asked you if you wanted ketchup and you started crying.

Me: Because I didn't know how to say yes?

Mom: No, you were just scared.

Me: People speak French to me and I get scared… nothing has changed in 18 years.