09/12/2011

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Signs (Metamorphosis) / Bouke de Vries

Bouke de Vries had an extended stay in Milan recently while he exhibited in a solo show, Signs (Metamorphsis) at the always on the vanguard Maria Gloria Gallery. De Vries is an artist polymath, his career shifting across mediums and his work always remaining devoid of compromise. His trajectory has taken him from restoration of art to the spotlight of the pop culture art scene, commercial art, jewelry (he released a line in collaboration with Anoushka earlier this year) and on to political activism. His most memorable works are perhaps those which openly criticize chairman Mao Zedong, and . His pieces look like otherworldly pastiches of a hedonistic, ethereal dreamscape, and they showcase flaw to great effect.

“In this flawed world, perfection seems to be an attainable goal… But not-quite-perfection is often easily dismissed and discarded…”

Bouke De Vires Filmed by Matteo Cherubino

For the occasion of his stay, 2DM’s Matteo Cherubino filmed and interviewed the artist among the eerie, surreal backdrop of his recent sculptural work: surreal cross sections and self-contained worlds of a parallel universe. Or a Cherubs. Butteflies. Cigarettes. Dramatically combined with porcelain. In conversation, the artist reveals inner working of the artist’s mind, his depth of perception, and his extraordinary and unbound working process.

De Vries also presented together with Gloria Maria Gallery at this year’s MiArt, showed at Artissima this year, and often exhibits at his home gallery, London’s Vegas Gallery.

Tag Christof – special thanks to Bouke de Vires & Gloria Maria Gallery

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08/12/2011

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Guest Interview n°33: Mia Moretti

It-girl and acclaimed DJ Mia Moretti has it all. The California girl with the sunny disposition and deep Italian roots cut her music mixing roots with the late, great DJ AM, and has gone on to become one of the most sought-after DJ’s of her generation. She’s also become quite the style icon, racking up points in fashion magazines and inspires with her always fresh looks. And despite her celebrity, Mia is refreshingly upbeat, and down to earth… there’s that California sunshine!

Photographer Piotr Niepsuj caught up with Moretti while she was in Milan recently for Tommy Hilfiger. We were able to catch her for a quick interview and spoke about her roots, California, her taste in music, and DJ’ing in 2020. We hope she comes back for a real party soon.

It’s legendary that your first gig ever was at The Standard in Hollywood. (Killer.) What’s been your most memorable gig since?
Playing inside the Louvre opening for Janet Jackson.


Your sets are eclectic, to say the least. So, what are your major musical fountains of inspiration? Perhaps even albums that shaped your taste in childhood…
Growing up we listened to the Beatles, Elton John, the Gypsy Kings, Bob Dylan, The Moody Blues, Janis Joplin & The Grateful Dead At Home. This definitely gave me a pretty heavy love for classic rock, but I would say the largest influence that shaped my own DJ style and that I still reference in my sets today came from living in Los Angeles from 2004 through 2008. Between my friendship with Cut Chemist, who has an endless knowledge of funk & soul, and the emerging electro scene at the time, spearheaded by Dim Mak Records and their close relationship with Ed Banger Records, I was able to develop a broader musical knowledge and delve into a wider range of genres.

You’ve also become known for your crazy good sense of style. Influences? Favorite houses/designers? Style icons?
I don’t think too much about fashion. I always just go with my mood,  and I wear what I like, rather than following a trend. I’m drawn to Italian designers because their clothes fit my body so nicely, almost every time I put on a Dolce & Gabbana dress it fits like it’s been made for me. I respect anyone who wears their clothes instead letting their clothes wear them. When you put something on to go out you should be shimmying out the door – if not, go back inside and change.


“Mia Moretti” is such an Italian name! Where are your roots in Italy? Have you spent much time here?
My grandmother is from the north and my grandfather is from the south, they met during the war and my grandpa promised my grandma he would come back for her… And he did! I studied in Verona with a Comedia dell’Arte troupe at the Opera House when I was in college and I’ve only been back a few times since. My last visit (for Tommy Hilfiger) was so short, I’m hoping I can get back again soon.

And your hometown of LA? City of Angels… city of dreams… even though you’re a world citizen, are you still a California girl?
Yes, I think I’ll always be a California girl. As tough and mean as New York will try to make me, it just can’t rob me of my sunny California disposition. My parents also raised me in a very relaxed household, so that’s a huge part of who I am as well.


Your thoughts on DJ’ing without a MacBook?
It would be nice to play on vinyl again. Every now and then I leave my computer at home and play a set on just my 45s. I still collect 45s when I travel, so it would be nice to have an excuse to buy more!

And what about DJ’ing in 2020?
Isn’t that what the robots are for?

Desert island scenario. You’ve got a turntable, speakers, and one album. What is it?
Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde

Interview Tag Christof – Photos Piotr Niepsuj

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05/12/2011

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The Editorial: My Own Private Mississippi / Place

The two cities we work most heavily in, Milan and London, are both in the midst of being ripped up and partially rebuilt in wait of two massive events, the 2012 Olympics in London and Expo 2015 in Milan. The cities’ drastically different approaches to cleaning up for their guests are reflective of the larger cultures that surround them, as well as their respective visions of their role in the work: London fancies itself the cultured world city, while Milan sees itself as the world’s epicenter of design and fashion. But those imagined roles are both at risk, and while they spruce up their major squares, make token improvements to their infrastructures and add some very expensive new baubles their larger backdrops are being largely ignored.


Milan is unconventionally beautiful and holds tons of hidden gems, but is mostly dark, heavy and alienating brutalist architecture with a subpar transportation infrastructure. Outside Piazza Duomo, it is certainly a city that has a hard time impressing tourists. London, on the other hand, is modern, sparkling and gentrified (read: generic) in many of its more central districts, but is still mostly spaces of shabby, low-slung buildings studded every so often with hideous, dehumanizing estate blocks and slums. Beyond its world-class venues, cafes and green spaces, London mostly oscillates between generic and ghetto. Not surprising, then, that the UK boasts the lowest quality of life in western Europe, according to the Guardian.

So, while you won’t hear any complaints about the benefits the two major events will have on their cities (new tube lines! new green spaces!), we can’t help but think that Milan’s alienation and London’s shabbiness will be addressed in the least. In both cases, a real sense of place and community seems to be that which is missing in both cases. Brooklyn in New York ban be both uglier and shabbier than the worst of London and Milan, but goodness! What a sense of place! And, to be fair, there are certainly spaces with a real sense of place in both of our cities (Brera and the Navigli in Milan, and Portobello Road, Brixton, Broadway Market and many other isolated spaces in London), but they are rare bright spots in a a tapestry of raggedy fabric.

The balance, then, that must be struck to make any space both livable and satisfying is incredibly delicate. Just how to go about creating that sense of place begs a series of complex questions. Milan’s Zona Tortona, which hosts countless fashion shows and is ground zero for the world’s biggest annual design fair, is downright repellent during the 300+ days a year when there are no festivities going on. It plays host to the world’s premiere designers, brands and tastemakers, yet manages to be anonymous, ugly and might as well be a warehouse district in the Ukraine. Shouldn’t you feel like you’re somewhere when you’re in a space so ostensibly special?

It comes down to community and emotion. It is much, much more than being pretty. (Oxford Street is beautiful. We don’t want to be seen there.) Think about it next time you’re in a tawdry themed restaurant. Or when you feel really good in an objectively ugly place. Dive bars. The streets of Lisbon or Buenos Aires. Those all feel just about right. Space means nothing without a sense of place. And place is the sex. So, should’t the visionary developers amping up Milan and London look towards creating a real sense of space – parsing out that which is the essence of the city – instead of spending mountains of money on one-trick monuments?



2DM’s Lorenzo Nencioni, who knows “place” better than most, has taken photographs in lands as far off as Iceland and Japan. The photos in this article, from his new series My Own Private Mississippi showcase just how tangible a sense of place can be: in lieu of a vacation to the United States over the summer, Lorenzo stayed in Italy but went on a search for the feel of Mississippi in his home country. Besides a few pieces of the built environment (spot the tricolore!), these photos very well could have been taken in Dixie, a testament to his eye as well as to that place is much more than what a space seems on the surface.

Tag Christof

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02/12/2011

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O Come All Ye Hackers!

Over Red Stripe tall cans in KK Outlet’s cozy Shoreditch space last night, we swooned over some seriously cool sweaters. But these were no run-of-the-mill charity shop finds: they’re handmade hacks with tons of personality. Artist Andrew Salomone has hacked a portable knitting machine from 1980 so that it can be used just like a desktop printer. Input a nifty design, and presto! Nan’s knitting needles are done for.

The show’s centerpiece is something of a shocker, and takes the level of awesome heretofore thought possible in a festive jumper to brave new heights: behind a handily knitted, snow-covered house is an entire light show replica of the legendary Slayer Christmas Lightorama. The ultimate holiday house on the ultimate holiday jumper, and a pleasantly over-the-top slice of American suburbia to rock around the city this holiday season.

The California native, Brooklyn-based artist knows how to make waves with his work: his Cosby inside a Cosby inside a Cosby sweater (which unfortunately didn’t make an appearance) was featured on Good Morning America, and he’s more recently aligned himself with the #occupy movement (and has helped keep some happy activists toasty warm). For O Come All Ye Hackers, the artist together with KK Outlet will also be making a few new pieces based on user-submitted artwork (visit their website for specs).

Catch some sweater action (and maybe even the artist) or pick up one of Salomone’s bespoke sweaters until December 22 at KK Outlet in Hoxton Square.

Tag Christof – Special thanks to Danielle Pender at KK Outlet

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01/12/2011

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Gilgel Beles, Ethiopia

For this second installment, Vittore Buzzi travels to a remote northwestern Ethiopia to spend time among the self-sufficient, Gumuz people, where smoking is a happy occasion and early mornings top 32 degrees…

“This part of Ethiopia is of no interest to tourists…” My jeep is already full of dust and Salomon the driver is loading the fuel on the roof: 6 yellow cans of 25 liters surround the two others full of water… We must be certain of our ability to return to civilization. In Chagni, they haven’t had petrol for two solid weeks and we will go even farther up to Gilgel Beles, the farthest out of the Comboni missions, and the last before arriving in Sudan. In Kosober, we leave the plateau and the known roads leading to Lake Tana and descend into the forest. I’ve always enjoyed traveling on far borders where the guides are silent and it’s pleasingly simple to cut myself off from the real world…

Father Bellini is waiting patiently for me at the door. “See?” he urges with an accent that sounds vaguely Brescia. “The Gilgel Beles and Beles are dry. The water is low this year and the Gumuz are nervous.” He speaks hurriedly and gestures dramatically with his hands. His 76 year-old – 50 of which were spent in East Africa between Ethiopia and Eritrea – have made him one of the most foremost experts on the area, and he also happens to be one of the only outsiders in the area familiar with the villages in the area as well as their heads. “Around here it used to be all theirs. The Gumuz subsist on hunting and gathering and don’t cultivate. They need a lot of space to survive, so in the years of the Derg the villages of Agaw, Wolaita and Amhara were displaced and moved here. They were being pushed farther from Sudan and it was a shock for them…”

Early in the morning, we wake up and prepare to leave the mission area and travel into Gumuz… My jeep is still in the compound, and only recognized vehicles can pass its boundaries. Early morning is 32 degrees. It’s humid and swarms of mosquitoes wish you good day. Father Bellini’s old 4X4 trudges up the slopes to the village of Jimteha. When we arrive, I get out and only see few men. Most are out hunting. The women are visibly worried but soon realize that I wouldn’t survive a day alone there with them and soon take me in, treating me as an overgrown child… Bellini’s 4×4 leaves soon thereafter; he’ll return in the evening to pick me up. There is one Gumuz boy who speaks a few words of English…

Soon enough, they villagers become fascinated with my camera and shout and gesture for their photos to be taken… And soon the rumor that there is a white has spread like wildfire and all the surrounding villages are flocking to see me. The children are frightened, and curious men clutch their guns as if I were an extraterrestrial or wild animal. Several think I’m a priest and ask for blessings and words of wisdom… They are part of a forgotten world that has been completely passed over by the march of time.

The women work hard in Gumuz, and are charged with carrying water to the village to care for the children and to make beer with… They laugh and horse around, smoking pipes with joy. Smoking is a happy act here: it keeps away mosquitoes and malaria. They children sleep in the ashes of the fire. At midday it’s impossible to move around. We stay inside the huts waiting for the 40 degree heat to relent. Some of the men return to drink a bit, and the time passes slowly and slides over sweaty skin…

In the evening, having accompanied the women to fetch their water, I hear the songs of the happy men who are washing up in the river. Then, the strong voice of Father Bellini and the car’s blaring horn. I return to the too-fast world. Too fast… and I will forever struggle to understand it.

Vittore Buzzi

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29/11/2011

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Still Life / Nacho Alegre

Apartamento has been a quiet revolution in fine art of magazining. Its slightly informal and totally unpretentious approach to the otherwise formal and pretentious topics of design, art and culture has made it one of the coolest and perhaps most influential of the decade. With its oddball format and excellent mix of content, it walks quite the line between substance and extravagance. But among its most memorable constants are the whimsical still lives of 2DM’s Nacho Alegre. They have become one of the signatures of the magazine, and seem only to get better with time.



From drinking glasses to ingots of marble, to teacups, mason bricks, freestanding fabric, and most recently bread, the still lives are just plain delightful. Many seem to defy gravity, and others seem to take on lives of their own. All have tons of personality.

Beckman’s College in Stockholm is currently hosting an exhibition of the the still lives, which span three years. Still Life comes as part of a string of events surrounding the recent launch of issue #08, which kicked off with the I Feel Orange party in London and went onto an exhibition of Nathalie du Pasquier sketches in Paris. The current exhibition opened last Friday the 25th and will run until the 9th of December.

Tag Christof – Images courtesy Apartamento

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28/11/2011

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The Editorial: Authentic. Bullshit.

There have been whispers around London over the past several weeks that Banksy is up to his old tricks. New guerilla works in his trademark style have sprung up unexpectedly. But Banksy isn’t taking credit. They are probably works of copycats. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. But they’ve created a ruckus because we believe they might be authentic Banksys, made by the prescient hand of the urban artist himself.

In any case, the new works are laced with incisive social commentary and add a cheeky, engaging touch to otherwise drab urban spaces. So why would they only be perceived as valuable and/or qualitatively “good” if made specifically by the well-known artist?

Quite simply, it’s because we buy blindly into the amorphous idea that authentic = superior. And we in fashion do it more than most. So, while there are justifiable reasons you should want that real Rolex instead of the fake one from down on Canal Street, sometimes there isn’t much of a quantitative reason to choose one thing over an alternative. And in many cases, we ignore what is actually good in favor of something which is (dubiously) authentic.

But authenticity seems to translate into legitimacy. And feeling that something is legitimate (to the exclusion of something else, of course) makes us fallible humans do crazy things. Religion X is authentic, and thus religion Y must be false. Infidels! Nonbelievers! And that convoluted lack of logic, kids, is how wars get started.

On a less dramatic playing field, authenticity is used to great effect in influencing our consumption habits. Look around your house – at your food, bathroom products, labels on clothes – and find the buzzwords: real! genuine! premium! Italian! French! natural! original! You’ve most definitely been had. We’ve all been had.

In fact, among one of the requisite volumes every brand manager today has read is called, succinctly enough, Authenticity: What Consumers Really Want. And to be fair, the book makes several valid points: we desire quality and originality and novelty, so products and services should do their best to achieve those ends in the most pragmatic ways possible. But it gets wildly out of hand when we invent or impose authenticity. We saw this all too clearly in the scandal a few years back in which inexpensive Chinese labor was imported (illegally) into the textile factories of Prato in Tuscany. The garments certainly were Made In Italy (and because of the dishonest business behind them, were made to earn the highest possible margins). But it’s certainly not what the world has in mind when fashion marketers want you to imagine Grandpa Gucci cobbling away at the shoes you’re paying a very hefty premium for.

At one point in the early 1990s, eternally warring Coca-Cola and Pepsi launched slogans of authenticity. Coke fired first with its salvo, “The Real Thing,” to which Pepsi quickly responded with “Nothing Else Is A Pepsi.” Both brilliantly appealed to the desire for authenticity, each implying that it was the most legitimate. Thing is, both Coke and Pepsi are similar-tasting mixtures of chemicals and sugar and water made in anonymous bottling plants in batches by the thousands. Is anything authentic about either one?


And in art, this issue is more contentious and divisive than just buzz and sales figures. Entire movements have been based on appropriation, and all art is to some extent remixed art. Ideas beget ideas. It is treacherous to parse out what might be considered “authentic.” Sherry Levine has probably explored the question most saliently: she most famously photographed the depression era photographs of the legendary Walker Evans. The photos she took were hers (she loaded the film and pushed the button), but they look identical to Evans’ (they are, afterall, photos of his photos). But wait: the photograph is an appropriation of existing light captured onto media, which is then process and reproduced. So, is a photo ever authentic?

Levine brilliantly continues to ask similar questions, and has gone on to appropriate and twist the works many other well-known artists. The discourse she opens is her art, and the notion of authenticity is in her crosshairs. Just think: the images on this post are scans of Levine’s images (thereby extending by one degree her original question) and can be downloaded at After Walker Evans with original certificates of authenticity! Ha!

Which brings us back to Banksy. The man’s work is/was brilliant and appropriate and timely. People respond well to it. And Coke and Pepsi are both equally bad for you. And your Made In Italy handbag might be less authentic than you want to believe it is…

Tag Christof – Images courtesy www.afterwalkerevans.com

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24/11/2011

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Ryan McGinley / Wandering Comma

Every so often, a photographer comes along whose work helps to define a generation. The whimsical, teenage hormone-heavy images that rocketed Ryan McGinley to notoriety in the 2000s look and feel like some of that decade’s definitive music: you can almost hear MGMT’s Oracular Spectacular within some of his earlier work. Lights. Beauty. And a youthful lack of inhibition. Excitement in a world of ominous futures and a tenuous present, and an overall feeling of being caught up in a universe that is much, much bigger than any of his subjects He captured the decade’s zeitgeist – or at least the sentiments of its youth – brilliantly.


The Parsons graduate has been making waves for well over a decade now, and since becoming the youngest photographer to have a solo show at the Whitney in New York, he has gone on to become a fixture of the contemporary photographic landscape, and into places like the covers of Sigur Rós albums. His style “has evolved over the past decade from a verité snapshot style to one that is more cinematic, even epic.”

Last night his newest exhibition, Wandering Comma opened at Alison Jacques Gallery in London. Seven new works were made for the occasion, all in the largest format the artist has ever displayed in. And his “orchestrated spontaneity” is has never been on such full display. One look at the drama of Taylor, Rushing River, and it’s clear The sex and tenuousness is still there, but it is certainly altogether more cinematic. And like every good thing that starts off simply, success brings complications.


Still, McGinley has grown into his success well and the works are all excellent, technically masterful and certainly worth seeing. Catch the exhibition at Alison Jacques on Berners Street in London, running until December 22.

Tag Christof – Images courtesy Alison Jacques Gallery

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23/11/2011

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Artists Drawing A Line Under Torture

Art with a good cause is something we can always get behind. And Artists Drawing a Line Under Torture has one helluva worthy goal behind it: the complete eradication of torture and organized crime. An initiative from charity Freedom From Torture, it seeks to seriously curb the tide of the worst of human abuses through generation of awareness, with all proceeds to benefit the London-based charity. Part of a larger weeklong program, it will also run alongside a separate exhibition called Thirty-Six Pounds, featuring emerging artists who were once themselves victims of torture.

Works will span several genres, from figurative illustration to performance and magic, and will feature the likes of Gillian Ayres, Edmund de Waal, Michael Craig Martin, Jake and Dinos Chapman, Karl-Anders Björk, Joe Tilson and several others, with many pieces having been created especially for the occasion.

Opens tomorrow at The Loading Dock Gallery, at 91 Brick Lane in London with an auction to follow on November 28th.

Tag Christof – Image courtesy Karl-Anders Björk

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22/11/2011

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PADNY


The mood was self-consciously dapper to the point of dread last Sunday at the first annual PADNY at the Park Avenue Armory in New York City. The exhibitors, with the tips of their noses characteristically arched toward the heavens, sat at round tables and behind mahogany desks quietly sipping Ruinart Champagne and skipping their airbrushed fingers across complimentary iPads. The fair was decidedly more design-oriented than its Paris and London counterparts (the Paris version started 14 years ago; the London version began in 2007), bringing an Apple-indebted enthusiasm for simple, functional aesthetic and contrasting it with striking 20th century art sensibilities. The works were (for the most part) undeniably beautiful, blending a variety of sculptures, paintings, architecture, design, and aesthetic, satisfying many curiosities for the average 99%-er in a way a museum like MoMA or the Met never could. PAD managed to be all over the place without feeling disconnected.

The setting certainly helped. Perhaps most beautiful of all the works on display was the host, the Park Avenue Armory itself. This is no insult. Completed in 1881, the Wade Thompson Drill Hall is a pinnacle of American architecture, with its 80 foot high vaulted barrel roof overlooking more than 55,000 square feet of un-columned open space. Finding a better setting to debut such a dramatic European-indebted exhibition would be about as easy as raising the Titanic. The grandiosity of the space matched that of the exhibitors themselves. Take, for example, the John Berggruen Gallery from San Francisco. Here they were pushing iconoclasts like Georgia O’Keeffe’s Pink Roses and Larkspur for $850,000. By comparison, Anish Kapoor’s Teal Mirror, a beautiful 13 square-foot stainless steel piece from 2011, was going for $950,000. Maybe because we’re so far removed from the upper-reaches of the art trade universe, these prices seemed… (well, to most of us these prices are absurd. Right?) But maybe not: The title of recent article by the Times seemed to sum it up perfectly: “Show of Hands, Please: Who Can Buy Art?”


That the question is as rhetorical as the answer is frustrating. But that shouldn’t get in the way of the way of the work itself, and in all fairness $20 was a modest fee for the average spectator to pay to see what PAD had to offer. Sculptor Thomas Roberts’ work was there. Mr. Roberts, a Belfast-born artist who also dabbles in jewelry and furniture, seems to have struck a unique chord between beauty and functionality. His recent work draws influence from his time spent in India, particularly the concept of devotional art, and on occasion displays his sense of humor with titles such as Lingham, named for three pieces of tree trunk stacked atop one-another.

There were many others—including 20th century masters like Picasso, De Kooning, and Man Ray—with rare, less prominent work on display that added a sense of excitement and discovery to names long canonized. The Australian photographer-turned-painter Helmut Koller had two entire walls to himself, one displaying Two Giraffes On Yellow; the other, a dramatic red and white zebra against a blue background, both something you might see after eating a bag of kabenzis and walking through the Bronx Zoo. Koller’s animal drawings combine the dramatic color contrasts of Pop Art with isolated images of exotic animals in mid-motion, as if taking inspiration from Eadweard Muybridge’s Sallie Gardner at a Gallup. The price for his paintings—$20,000 for the zebra—probably more for the pair of giraffesinitially seemed like quite a bit of change, but less so after taking a few laps around the fair. Which, in the end, isn’t surprising. Because even when you know can’t take it home, window shopping is rarely this rewarding.

Lane Koivu

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