I remember being small and being obsessed with shadows. Particularly when the sun was at its lowest. I’d stand with my flailing my arms and legs around, pretending to be casting the shadow of some great giant.
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Got to shoot Hannah Davis this Saturday for work. She was super nice, and it was a breeze shooting her.
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I’d like the think that her pose is a coincidence. So I will.
I also met Batman today, its nice to know that billionaires take the subway into Midtown and put their lycra on one leg at a time like everyone else.
Also here are some concerned fire fighters and a broken stop light.
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I’m apparently interested in doorways this week. I’m sure its nothing, but my art school education is forcing me to want to make some meaning out of this. Doors are entrances and exits and can be symbolic of beginnings, ends, and transitions. Or in this case its how to get to where I go to sleep or where I leave to get ready for the day.
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My grandfather used to be a printing press repair man for AB Dick. He used to tell me about lugging a 40 pound tool bag across the 5 boroughs. This guy came in with a screwdriver to fix one of our plotters. I really like when things come up that make me think of him.
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I am an extremely lucky person to have this person in my life.