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Tuesday, May 27, 2014
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06.|. Discovering New York City
I have an early and highly visual memory of staying with my grandmother in Forest Hills, where she lived in a great big white brick building...
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I take a lot of pictures. My days in front of a camera were numbered. Now I carry it with me, an iPhone at the very least, and rec...
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When I was little, most summers my parents would pack up the car for the long drive to Uncle George’s farm. Hours would pass counting out of...
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I'm a fight attendant. I don't talk about it much as it is a bit of a screw-you to a design and art world that became too competit...