Today, I walked past a woman sitting in her car.
She was cradling, yes cradling, a brand new still-in-the-box Snuggie.
That's all.
Bye.
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“What is your greatest ambition in life?... To become immortal and then die.” -À bout de souffle
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About Me
D. Austin Dressman
I'm 21.
I fell in love with movies when a few friends and I got together and made a short film called, "A Woody Allen Horror" in high school.
I fell in love with photography when I realized it speaks louder than words.
Here is my photography.
Here are my words.
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I fell in love with movies when a few friends and I got together and made a short film called, "A Woody Allen Horror" in high school.
I fell in love with photography when I realized it speaks louder than words.
Here is my photography.
Here are my words.
**This website is viewed best on Firefox (web formatting, etc.)
My Short Films
some of my most recent projects
just use these thumbnail versions to preview, but please view them in their entirety at the size they are intended to be viewed at
Dressman Family Matters from Austin Dressman on Vimeo.
Cross Country Roadtrip 2010 from Austin Dressman on Vimeo.
Requiem For a Santa from Austin Dressman on Vimeo.
4 comments:
NO. YEs? ahha
YES. YES YES! BAM BAM. BANG. YEAH!!!
ahahahahahaha!!! oh my...I'm still laughing!!!
about your last comment...
I have a request (if I am, indeed allowed one) I think you should write a blog about your early memory on the plane that you were talking about :D I would very much like to read about it :D
if you don't want to release this to the public eye, please consider sending it to me personally.
thank you for your time, Mr. Dressman.
sincerely,
Kirsten
:D It truly is so incredible, that feeling of nostalgia. I think it is my favorite!
Austin, I am completely in love with your perspective on things. I feel stupid saying it like that, but if I put any less emphasis on it, I am afraid it would be untruthful.
When I read your writing, it's like you put words to things I didn't really know how to explain. Like the forgotten feeling, that is definitely there, just so small you can't really explain it. Does that make any sense? Anyways, I love it, and I am shamefully addicted to your words!
I loved your blog about the airport, beautiful in every form of the word :D! I would be so delighted to read about your earliest memory, hop to it old man!!
I still owe you a video, I just remembered...:D
...I felt like a 12 year old with an obvious crush, when I just read my comment back to myself...
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