This is a boutique (read: minor) publication dedicated to the exploits and desired exploits of Aubrey. Aubrey’s a girl; a human, for lack of a better word, and she’d like to meet you too.

Herein you might find some musings, a little carnality, experimentation with cell phone cameras, and perhaps awkward encounters with strange photographers. Photographers are weeeeird people.

This won’t be a static publication. It will serve as a living testament to the escapades of Aubrey. That means it will be in a constant state of metamorphosis (if I get around to making updates).

The editor welcomes your greetings and certainly your accolades. Anecdotes are welcome too, though if I find them interesting, I reserve the right to plagiarize and pass them off as my own.