Jacqueline Flores

It's all in here somewhere

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East Village

New York, NY

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Upper Est Side, 

New York, New York

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I like the feeling of being reduced to my own resources. Of having nothing to do but cope

“In America” by Susan Sontag

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Puerto Rico

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Puerto Rico

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Home

New York, NY

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Home

New York, NY

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Home New York, NY

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Natashas Apartment

New York, NY

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Natashas Apartment

New York, NY

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Natashas Apartment

New York, NY

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We lived together for almost twenty-seven years and we had good times and bad times. The good ones aren’t worth mentioning, as they leave a good memory; as for the bad ones, I only want to tell you I am aware that many times they were my fault. I recognise my “neuroses”, and that’s why I ask you to forgive me; perhaps my excessive zeal for you, my desire that you have the very best, the absurd search for perfection to which I have devoted my whole life (what a mistake) caused me to make exaggerated demands of you. That obviously led to often unnecessary and absurd tension.

Text by father, Manel Guaus, to son, Roger Guaus, upon leaving home.

From Roger Guaus’s book L'inassolible

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Maeves Apartment

Gowanus, New York City

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El amor era un juego, una creación perpetua. Todo era playa, arena, lecho de sábanas siempre frescas. Love was a game, a perpetual creation. Everything was beach, sand, a bed of sheets always fresh.

Octavio Paz "Mi Vida Con La Ola"

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Central Park

New York, NY

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And though my wrists and my waist seem so easy to break, still my dear, I would have walked you to the edge of the water

Joanna Newsom "Sawdust and Diamonds"

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Snow Day

New York, NY