The kiss sculpture in Vienna Central cemetery.

“He’s going to be, he is the man who will dance around the living room with her and make silly faces and tell her silly stories and tell her that he loves her all the time and take her on great adventures and read her amazing stories and make cool shit with her and go on long walks with her and put the world right for her. Just the way they look at each other. She can’t see shit. But he sees a lot. It’s different than he looks at me. It’s so pure. He notices every change in her face. Every noise that comes out of her.  Just having someone doting on you like that. I just think how lucky she’s going to be. And being able to see that energy between a father and daughter. Even if I didn’t get to experience that myself, just to be around it now, it does a lot of healing for me. I feel like so much is slowly repairing in my cellular being. I lost my dad when I was young. Things were heavy dark. I’ve always associated love with pain and tragedy and loss and grief, but knowing that I can let go of that, and experience love in a light and beautiful way. It’s exciting. Like, love is fun. Love is pretty fucking fun.”

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2. Octopus vulgaris (1896), Comingio Merculiano in Jatta Giuseppe

Ernö Vadas, Excursion Nocture, 1937

Agnes was born in Kecskemét in Hungary. In 1997 she graduated from the Hungarian university of Fine Arts, majoring in textile conservation. She has extensively studied embroidery and lace making, using materials of only natural, vegetable origin, for eg. yarns, threads, tree branches, roots, fruits and seeds. 

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For the sparkles on the bubbles I used the HOYA star-eight filter. 

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Bike tricks in the Bronx, 1980s

Union Street Luncheonette in Brooklyn, 1970s

Autumn in Soho, 1982

Give a damn.

The exam to get a library card used to be pretty grueling. 1970s outside the main branch of the NY Public Library.