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Bed-Stuy

                        For Olivia             1 dear diary, I am writing this sitting in a kitchen you just bought listening to The Lumineers from your laptop and doesn’t that sound so pretentious, like a hairline Google font or a “what would Blaire Waldorf … Continue reading

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35mm

It is September again and I am too much body for one small frame so I decide I come back I learn how to spool film for you every Monday night I listen to the sound of 35mm rolling frame … Continue reading

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