Lori Nix’s dioramas in “Post Human Utopia.”
Lately I have been concerned with utopia, and the ways in which we create dystopia out of our utopian spaces, and how every dystopia also contains glimpses of utopia, and how to write a fucking utopian novel with a baby strapped to one’s chest.
This is where my man Colin and I spent our baby moon– north of San Francisco, in a town called Point Arena, and all the parks around that zone. So gorgeous. All of these shots are Colin’s. xx