If you're enamored with all things south of the Mason Dixon line, you'll enjoy these videos from the very talented, Brooklyn based, Possum Den Productions.
Can someone tell me what I want to be when I grow up?
My favorite time of day is just before sunset when the light is horizontal and blinding. I wish life always looked like it does then through a 35mm camera. I own a Holga. Back porch sunsets are a close representation of how I’d visually define joy. I enjoy cardigans and black coffee. Black coffee whilst donning a cardigan. Plus sundresses. All dresses, rather. Vinyl on vintage players. Constantly in search of the perfect words and love to write. Pilot Precise V5s. Scrabble. “Hello Sunshine” and Bear Republic's Racer 5 changed my life. I approach poetry the way Ruth Stone might. The word “kindly” is obnoxiously condescending. I want to drive the OregonCoastin a retro convertible. I don’t like large bodies of water. This includes deep ends because Jaws scarred me. Somewhere between Park City,UTand Jackson,WY, I melt. I’m not a raving fan ofLos Angeles, but would probably go back. Crying on cement side stairs of the seediest Sunset Boulevard motel is a pretty mental picture in retrospect. You ever notice how “crazy” turns to “funny” after enough time goes by?L.A.is like that. Enamored by collections, the aesthetic of books, and sailboats. And hydrangeas in squatty square jars. Michael Kors is probably the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I love dogs. ASPCA commercials are GD ridiculous. Vegetarian. A sometimes vegan who still wears the shit out of a leather motorcycle jacket. Half apologetically. Only half. Enjoys reading about food and the US food systems. Dreams of a seaside homestead. Loves the process of a home-cooked meal from prep work to clean up. Washing dishes is the ultimate catharsis. Call me: I'll come clean your dishes for free. Red wine turns me on, people-walking-busy streets feel like Christmas, and accents are charming.Pretends to like cities. Realized that was far from the case every morning in Downtown Crossing. Into the Rocky Mountains– all mountains – and ginger tea. Also yellow mustard and barbecue sauce. Not together. I adore music. Can’t read a note to save my life, but can sing on key. Harmonicas and banjos. Ryan Adams et al and James Taylor are my staples. I’m good with presents and giving in most senses of the word makes me happy. I know how to follow the rules. And how to win. Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka is one of my favorite movies. I want a million DVDs, but not literally one million. I’ll trust you before I don’t. I’m a touch of an introvert and I relish moments of idleness. I swear I'd be the happiest lottery winner. I’m coming to terms with what it means to have a home and to be home. This is an enormous concept to me so I got a tattoo. Sometimes watercolor. Nothing is better than hugs. Or long drives. I dance rarely but enjoy it. Simplicity. Fascinated by townies. A Grandmother's namesake, in love with love. Pray tell: “what’s important to you and why?”
