Apps are about to become unbundled. Specific events decoupled from the main app as cards on the homescreen. When this happens, the homescreen is more like a desktop where certain actions can occur. The wrist will notify us of new cards.

Apps are about to become unbundled. Specific events decoupled from the main app as cards on the homescreen. When this happens, the homescreen is more like a desktop where certain actions can occur. The wrist will notify us of new cards.

The Trappings

The digital services we use change so often and so subtly that within as little as six months they mutate into entirely different creatures. We store a history of the data, but not a history of the experience. The Trappings is a limited edition set of twelve prints which immortalize the actuality of existence.

The Trappings

The digital services we use change so often and so subtly that within as little as six months they mutate into entirely different creatures. We store a history of the data, but not a history of the experience. The Trappings is a limited edition set of twelve prints which immortalize the actuality of existence.

If ever you need a US number, never use MetroPCS. Such a ghetto network. They recycle phone numbers once you stop using them for a few weeks. Here’s what to expect.

Random calls at 2am in the morning telling me that it’s “reception, and food has arrived!”, “I didn’t order any food. what reception?” “of your hotel ma’am” “which hotel? and I’m a guy” “blah blah beach hotel” “eh.. where’s that?” “Miami” “…..Miami?…. I’m in San Francisco….” “…oh” “…and I didn’t order any food.”

Add to that the frequent voicemail messages from dudes… “hey there tiffany, it’s Todd, look I’m going to be in the bay area this weekend .. em if your available”… so I’m convinced Tiffany is or was a brazzer, and all these dudes think I’m her.

…but you know, maybe Tiff has moved on, left this life behind. Or maybe she’s upgraded(?) to a life of porn and debauchery down in Miami. Who fucking knows? So over this shit.

The struggle is real.

If ever you need a US number, never use MetroPCS. Such a ghetto network. They recycle phone numbers once you stop using them for a few weeks. Here’s what to expect.

Random calls at 2am in the morning telling me that it’s “reception, and food has arrived!”, “I didn’t order any food. what reception?” “of your hotel ma’am” “which hotel? and I’m a guy” “blah blah beach hotel” “eh.. where’s that?” “Miami” “…..Miami?…. I’m in San Francisco….” “…oh” “…and I didn’t order any food.”

Add to that the frequent voicemail messages from dudes… “hey there tiffany, it’s Todd, look I’m going to be in the bay area this weekend .. em if your available”… so I’m convinced Tiffany is or was a brazzer, and all these dudes think I’m her.

…but you know, maybe Tiff has moved on, left this life behind. Or maybe she’s upgraded(?) to a life of porn and debauchery down in Miami. Who fucking knows? So over this shit.

The struggle is real.