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In 1989, New York was a gorging city full of people chasing and catching dreams. One year out of college, I was the admin at a bespoke architecture group. Snow swirled in white pancakes in the updraft across Fifth Avenue, and I stood at an office window entranced by the hustling life and undeniable beautyContinue reading “Xenophobia”

In 1989, New York was a gorging city full of people chasing and catching dreams. One year out of college, I was the admin at a bespoke architecture group. Snow swirled in white pancakes in the updraft across Fifth Avenue, and I stood at an office window entranced by the hustling life and undeniable beautyContinue reading “Xenophobia”