I love sharing photos. I love sharing them on twitter, facebook, and here. Everything I share here is a little different from from the stuff I share on facebook, and that’s different from the stuff I share on twitter.
Kamel was really excited about the colorful produce.
When I write, I see camera angles in my mind, the items I choose to highlight with words come from the focus of the camera in my head. I love images.
Running an errand
Because sometimes it’s 11:00 pm and we’re driving home from the city and we just have to stop.
And this is why I just… I kind of love Instagram. And not in the fad way, and not in the hipster way.
Kamel drives into the city to pick me up one afternoon…
I love it like that friend who you always thought was cool and then you went to the movies and then to dinner and then took bowling, and then you realized you’d fallen in love miles ago, but didn’t know it until this very moment.
Nordstrom Cafe Downtown
Off the strip
But the thing is, I don’t have Instagram. My phone doesn’t support it currently. So Kamel and I, uh, share an account. Which Kamel begged me not to admit to publicly.
We looked up how to carve a pineapple, and then we did.
Because, ew. Like those people who have joint facebooks. We are not those people. We can’t share computers, we can’t share phones, we can’t share…
I adore blackberries
Kamel makes me lunch before 7:00 am
Except we do. And we are. We look at our feed together, we decide what photos to “like” (I want to like way more than Kamel does because I’m the social butterfly in this relationship), he angsts over losing a follower, I gain him 3 new ones by being chatty.
Waiting at the Orthodontist
Watching the clam bubbles in the river
He takes a photo, I take a photo. Most of these are his, some of them are mine.
Anthropologie was made for Instagram
I overcooked the asparagoose a little.
Most of them are my ideas, some of them are his.
Perfect pancakes, plate from anthropologie.
A little salt and lime
If you would like to follow us on Instagram we’re under kamelperez. (Yes. Both of us.)