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Wipe That Self Off Your Face

The face of the city: a façade is the exterior element of a building, often ornamental, that defines its aesthetic character. The importance of the façade increases with density. In an urban setting, often the façade of the building is all...
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Lose to Gain

In periods of growth, there is also gradual loss. Under the right conditions, this is an orderly process through which you slowly absorb what you need throughout. Those catalysts that create growth gently fade away, leaving others in their place....
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Gypsies, Fleas & Trashpickers

Just beyond the northern city limits, a twenty-minute trip outside Paris takes you to Saint-Ouen. On a Saturday morning, you emerge from le metro confines into crowds hawking fake bags, watches, sneakers, and the fabulous flavor of illicit urban...
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Passing Through

The process of passing through from one place to another. From one condition to another. Transit. A corridor. A portion or selection. Passage. The idea of passage is a preoccupation for me. Passage is the act directly before change, before...
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A Body Grows in Belleville

Le corps has been the site of exploration in art ranging from the nude form to contemporary investigations in identity, gender, and race, from the body erotic to the body liberated from the gaze. The body both has been inscribed with meaning but...
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Wheels Up

Au revoir Kabul and onward to Paris! From a dusty airport in the mountains to the florescent beep beep beep of Duty Free in Istanbul, as much as I travel I will never get used to the disorientating feeling of rapid change. ...
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How It Stirred You

  While the summer sun is a lulling warm touch, the Fall breeze has a way of stirring you, a way of kicking up the dust inside you and bringing that stored sunshine to the surface. ...
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Red Bricktown Won’t Fall Down

Bricks are what rioters use to smash windows, what they throw at their aggressors, who are most often armed with more than clay. Bricks are also what I think of when I picture my hometown, St. Louis. Not for the recent riots taking place just...
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Can’t Do It Alone

While it’s more poetic to say I’m always fleeing the scene, Mary Poppinsing from place to place as if the world’s a field of flowers, it may be more accurate to say I’ve just been working, hustling like everyone else. And of course, the...
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