Jace Williams
the real Jace
While on a quarter of an upper floor in Los Feliz, I watched a set of semi-broad shoulders, fleeked in a vintage print walk in. With hair something like a lengthier Napoleon Dynamites’ his unassuming charm floated up the stairwells and right next to me, twice, before he actually landed with the grace of honey. This is Jace, on a small vacation from Montana where he enjoys blueberry cobbler and competing in the deaf Olympics.
“I’m kind of a wanderlust, its hard for me to stay in one place at a time.”
see him also in Telling July on VSCO