They call me Alexa. On my birth certificate, it says I am 20, but I am not quite sure. Sometimes I feel 80. Other times 5. Let me not bore you with such nonsense. Skip to the next paragraph.
I breathe in Vancouver, act, play the accordion and have acute infatuation tendencies toward David Bowie and John Linnell Here lies some of my favourite things.
So yeah. I'm crazy. I'm nuts. Jazzhands. Enjoy.
Paradise by the dashboard light
|Me:||*sees skeleton decorations in store*|
Family bonds, as anyone with a family knows can be a complicated entanglement. Parents have hopes and expectations; children chafe against them. A warm, loving embrace becomes a suffocating stranglehold. In Angela Strassheim’s vivid color photographs of well-groomed, comfortable families, those bonds are by turns received and resisted in a variety of small moments. And the longer we look at her seemingly mundane scenes, the more unsettling they appear.