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  • On the corner of my street is Peewee’s Playhouse, where people have been generationally coming for haircuts and shaves. Apart from being the cornerstone of my block, it has become a place of undeniable interest for me. Conversations unfold, I meet real people … people of Bed-Stuy, people who are Bed-Stuy, who have been here long before this gentrified boom. I know one thing I’ll keep going back, until Peewee can’t stand it anymore. 

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  • Soiti who I recently had a major art crush on. 

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  • A rickshaw driver takes a break in the middle of the day in Mumbai, India 

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  • Air is everywhere

    I have lost three friends in the last few months ….all gone too soon..  35, 40 and 48. Dealing with ill parents and the loss of loved ones is a part of growing up; a chapter in everyone’s book as they say. It’s weird though that when you plunge in to the perfect water or feel a baby’s pillow soft skin, the joy you unlock from that moment is so complete in itself. We are so bound by each other, so dependent, so fragile. Our little bodies just break apart, melt and vaporize. Solid turns to liquid turns to air. Maybe that’s why we feel a relief like no other when a breeze wraps around us unexpectedly. May be what a breeze really is, is our gone-too-soon friends coming back to give us a hug, just one more time.

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