Diane Arbus
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She was known as a photographer of freaks; people were missing the point.
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She was known as a photographer of freaks; people were missing the point.
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Chicago is semi-porous: even now you can traverse the layers and see the bones where the roads hit the water.
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Telekinesis may rattle the flatware, electricity washes your dishes.
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Guiteau prayed and God showed him the way: ungrateful Garfield had to die.
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Alone in a strange city, I was obsessively checking twitter…
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This post is the first in a three part mini-series on digital dérive, an idea I have been playing with lately. This particular dérive first appeared in my twitter stream in February, but this is […]
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Sweeten your coffee a little more My banjo tune, and nothing else. Celebrate Christmas alone and come spring, we’ll count the wrinkles. I can’t write about Karel Gott properly, and I’ve tried. I can tell […]
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