
Letter From One Who Knows
He longed to be surprising,
egged on by mornings dulled
by hangovers and vomit.
His hands were never clean
when he came home from the site.
He longed to be surprising,
egged on by mornings dulled
by hangovers and vomit.
His hands were never clean
when he came home from the site.
We were outside an antiques and oddities shop, somewhere in New Hampshire, when I said, Look, it’s not my fault, it never was my fault
It would be nice, all these years later, for her to write down how it got to this point. But on her page, there are
In Leila’s Balkan country most people cowered in permanent unease. Anxious about the propuh, an ill-meaning air draft apparently possessed of ambiguously mystical but lethal
“A blonde walks into a library—” The man starts then stops. He is a man with a big belly in a dark, baggy sweatsuit,
Girardi explores the visual and social subjects of the bar through drawings done on site and photographs taken from nights out, happy hours, or simply among the gathering of friends at local bars. Through these drawings, Girardi attempts to mimic and recollect setting, sound, blocks of color, and interaction of the aesthetics surrounding these memories created through the social habits of today’s young urban population.