Monday, March 1, 2010

And I may be obliged to defend every love, every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now

sounds like Betsy sighing constantly as she studies for her Art Now exam, Ladysmith Black Mambazo and Paul Simon, computers whirring in the open lab, office chairs rolling back and forth, Print crew laughing over lunches, hearing Moi & Duncan's booming voices as they pass by.

tastes like strong coffee in a pale green mug, Korean sponge cake, cojack cheese and grapes, Lindt dark chocolate truffles.

feels like the hope that spring is around the corner, the calm before the panic storm of whether or not I'll finish what needs to be done, badass movie slow walks in my black vest and chunky wristwatch.

smells like winter crispness in the air, coffee shop aromas wafting up the stairs from the Jazzman's cafe, screen printing inks, a non-seweriffic bathroom outside the print studio (finally!).


  1. I wish I was a print major just so I could hang with you guys in your amazing shop more often.

  2. girl i'm not even a print major and i'm always there