Nir Hay Goldberg lived a comfortable life as an artist in his native Israel. But, craving something different, he left all he knew to begin a journey on unfamiliar American shores.
Mesmerizing
The sun
Bright orange with brilliant rays of violent red
Blinding and binding me to the softened pink sky it floats in.
My Dormant Self
Since when
Did my life become reduced to
glass computer screens and shiny cellphone sheens;
‘Hebrew breaker’ and reality star Asaf Goren releases first album, Rachel
I met with Asaf Goren in the apartment of his friend Guy, whose couch he used to sleep on, to discuss the release of his first album, Rachel.
Drink Paraphernalia
Gather us all on this festive occasion
to consume the ingredients of the celebration.
Family, supper, moonlight, spirits;
daggers, demons, desolation.
Untitled
Oh, what a tease is He!
Who dangles the prospect of love
in front of your nose
Let’s Talk About Read Receipts
Ah, read receipts—the virtual signifiers of acknowledgement we love to hate.
Bubbles Were Meant to be Popped
A conversation with a foreigner I met recently really got me thinking about my identity as a Los Angeles native.
My new friend's words were, more or less, the following:
Photography
History Set in Stone
Slabs of immense lime
tell a story in themselves
of a people born in blessing, displaced, and back again.
Awkward Inspo 