When I was an undergrad, we were tasked in art class with keeping a journal of daily visual inspiration. I was never very good at it. I tried really hard to come up with creative things, but they usually felt forced and uninspired. Then I’d end up the night before the journal review with a Vogue, a Red Bull and a pair of scissors.

I only had one really good page to show for all of freshman year. It was a page my friend had done for me, consisting of strips of a magazine ad cut into tiny vertical strips, like blinds. It was cooler than anything I could ever have come up with.

These pictures by Frederique Daubal remind me of that.