Hi, I’m Wendy
I work in advertising; that said, this isn’t a portfolio. It’s an experiment, born from a desire to rebirth an internet culture of personal websites.

This site is ever-evolving, like a woman who is constantly painting the walls of her home a new color. Dig around; there are many stories here. Some are informative, and some may get me in trouble. But fuck it, this is my website, and we’ve arrived here for a reason. Pick a random article, and if you don’t like it, pick another one.

I hope to capture your attention & that you keep returning to check in.
Besos <3

 

I am in my seat. The plane is elevated on a platform, soon it will descend to the runway to prepare for takeoff. The plane descends in a spiral motion and I hear the sound of the engine rise. A young woman begins running towards the plane and hops onto the exterior wing at the last second. I see as her expression turns from panic to relief: she has made it to her flight. The plane takes off and from my window I watch as she falls to her death. She did not want to die.

I am in my seat. The plane is elevated on a platform, soon it will descend to the runway to prepare for takeoff. The plane descends in a spiral motion and I hear the sound of the engine rise. A young woman begins running towards the plane and hops onto the exterior wing at the last second. I see as her expression turns from panic to relief: she has made it to her flight. The plane takes off and from my window I watch as she falls to her death. She did not want to die.


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