Quincy
I took a break a while back when my sister passed away. Since then I’ve been going back and forth about whether to write about it or not. On one side you always hear about how cathartic writing about this sort of thing is; Getting it off your chest is the correct phrase. But the usual things I have to get off my chest are generally trivial. While I’m not comfortable writing my feelings about what happened, I will say this; It woke me up to the fact that nothing’s promised, so there’s no point caring about the trivial things while I’m still here. It’s something easier said than done, but I’m getting there.
One of the reasons I brought this up is because of this Quincy Jones book I purchased during my week off. You should already know about Quincy Jones by now: he’s soundtracked some of the coolest films, produced some of the best albums and was a mean player of some instruments himself. One thing I didn’t know about him was his fine eye for style when he was younger. I felt it selfish to keep these images to myself, so here some of them are:

































































