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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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#sansfiltre #senzafiltri #chelsea #summersolstice2018 (at New York, New York)

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Throwback Thurz to happier, jaccuzzier times #tbt #rooftopjacuzzi #oonzaoonzaoonza (at Rome, Italy)

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It’s three a.m. and you’re so delirious with fatigue that you don’t twig that there may be very limited train service and you’re at just rolling around an empty suitcase into one entrance and then out of another thinking “this city sure sleeps a lot more than they tell ya”. It’s around then that you also realize you have David Bowie nostrils. (at New York, New York)

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My feelings about my birth month are very mixed. March was always sold to me as a Spring month, but anyone from northern New York knows that is a meteorological falsehood. Even my astrological sign promises flowing, un-frozen waters. Seeing this entranceway made me consider the month as not a noun, but a verb. Forge on, despite the cold. Forge on, regardless of the true season. Push forward, plow on, hunker down, stand your ground. March. (at Manhattan, New York)

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How does one dress for a teenagers’ birthday party? 🎈 _ _ _ #likeacalabrianclown #sweet16 (at Prospect Park)

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A major advantage of spending the holiday season elsewhere was not seeing Litchfield Villa all tarted up for Chrimbo. Alas, the lights are still up, and she still looks like Mr. Bill. (at Litchfield Villa)

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Goals are important. _ _ _ #houndstoothmoped (at Conway Hall)

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at Whitechapel Gallery

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Hey, Sky Ball! Please stop being such a distraction. Thaaaanks (at Camberwell)

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Signs and Warnings

Times are tough, they are weird, and I know I should be happy for anyone who isn’t dragging themselves to a daily slog every day, but nothing gets my dander up quite like #ILoveMyJob

Do you love your job so much that you have to shout it from the rooftops all the time? Do you have to actually follow in the footseps of so many and add the hashtag to a photo of you awkwardly posing with a celebrity that you got to interview? Yes, it’s cool. I envy the fact that you got to interview a person whom you admire and respect. Your job is awesome, you’re clearly exceling at living the good life. But then you had to go blow it with announcing that you love your job in the most banal way - after a hashtag, WHICH, btw, is not something anyone should click on for the full stream of those who feel the same way about their careers. It will send you into a deep spiral of grossness, and leave you feeling like you just consumed two Friendly’s Jim Dandies back to back. Yeah, sickly sweet, leaving your mouth coated in a sugar and palm oil film. 

When I see that tag, my mind instantly conjures up images of a woman answering a door just a few inches, security chain still on, and tentatively speaking quietly to the pizza guy or the private investigator on her doorstep. “Everything alright in there, ma’am?”, they ask as they crane their necks trying to get a peak at the bloodbath in the living room. is ok. “Sure, yeah...sure it’s ok.”, she responds, voice trembling. It’s the greatest lie of all. Why is there no in-between in social media? Why must people feel compelled to spill their guts when they are down or rave about how fucking awesome everything is in their life? We all have good days. We all have shitty days. I have actually experienced both on the same day, in a couple of cases within the same hour (true story). Nobody can say anything other than “You are so lucky, lucky you.” You get no objective response. We all want you to succeed, until you rub it in our faces, and then we all kind of want you to fail. So, why invite this skeptisism with a crappy hashtag.

Nothing can alienate a person more than envy. I recognize it as a weakness, but I also know when something is just too in your face. It’s the same reason mainstream porn is never satisfying. It always looks a little too good to be true.  BECAUSE IT IS.

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A large portion of my dream garden is dedicated to "Things That Grow in a Husk" Needed: ground cherries _ _ _ #tomatillos #purpletomatillos #dreamgarden (at South Slope, Brooklyn)