Everyone knows, when you’re at the airport, you’re allowed to buy any trashy book you want. Because it’s “for the plane.” I always have a book in my bag that I brought from home. The one I’ve been meaning to read. But once I get to the airport I admit to myself that that book […]
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Still Life With Crackhead Stuff
I was walking along Bleecker Street yesterday and just had to snap this photo. Then, some dopey tourist saw me taking the picture and whipped out his own camera. Copycat. I hate it when people copy. He must have thought we’d both stumbled on a tableau of unexpected, urban beauty. Actually, I wanted to document […]
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