matt buchanan

i’m oddly happy i can say i took this photo.

anticipation.

where i watched it happen from.

desktop background.

body heat.

filed under things that can never be unseen. (click to be changed forever too.)

this happened.

the time i turned my friends into an artsy photo in central park.

this machine, starbucks’ mastrena, is how most of america will drink “espresso” by 2012.

a heart attack, on four plates: minetta’s black label burger, bone marrow and bone-in new york strip.

when i did this, i laughed way harder than i should have.

thanksgiving.

sustenance in a shot glass.

pumpkin pie? oh my.

I imagine this is approximately what it’s like when you die: someone will sort your life into a neat little pile, trying to make sense out of it. except it won’t taste like coffee beans. well, mine might.