The summer before my senior year of college in Portland, I moved into a house with five acquaintances and friends, affectionately named the Bruce-Lee Household after two housemates with the last names, well, Bruce and Lee. My mom asked me after graduation if we just really liked Bruce Lee…
It was a wild year full of stress, kitchen therapy sessions, impromptu movie and pizza nights, shared nervous breakdowns with the other seniors in the house, cold nights when no one wanted to text the landlord to get the oil tank filled, baking, passive aggressive texts about washing dishes, endless support and love, and toby and luna: the beloved house cats — all at the same time somehow.
Below are a collection of photos from my one and only college house, my home for a single year. Honestly, most of these found their way onto the end of a film roll I needed to finish off from a shoot or when I realized I hadn’t completed a roll and my film development class was in an hour:
