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Spent Thanksgiving in Italy. I have loads of images and videos I’m sorting through. And will eventually make a long post about my experience. In the meantime I’ll leave this shot from Venice here as a placeholder. Every corner felt like stepping into a new scene on a Wes Anderson set.

Visiting D.C. for the first time is like diving into the deep end of American history, the kind you thought only existed in textbooks but suddenly feels raw and real. The city is a collision of ideals and reality, all wrapped in marble and power suits. The monuments are striking, almost surreal—Lincoln, brooding in his stone chair. The Washington Monument stands like a lone sentinel over D.C., stark and imposing—a testament to ambition, grit, and the messy, enduring experiment that is America. Bridging the two, lies the quiet beauty of the Reflecting Pool, with autumn leaves beginning to drift like confetti, a strange softness in a city so bound to politics and power. We arrive only weeks before Election Day. Soon, Kamala would concede. Biden will step down. And Donald Trump will return to the White House for a second term. This is my first time in D.C. It is October 17th, 2024. And we have less than 24 hours to immerse ourselves in as much of this city as we possibly can.