Because this was one we’ll file under “the good old days”. Where someone cried because the monkeys were scary and a few others fed the giraffes and they all sat four to a stroller. Yes just for days like this, I make photographs for sweet nostalgia.
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Art is our way of brushing off the dust of our daily life off of our souls -Picasso
This is the space where we are watching the sun dip minutes earlier by the day. Where mornings are met by our resident artist who creates for his audience new masterpieces each day. And another tiny one is undoubtedly the recipient of much favoritism, but when she’s doted over by every of each other six […]
Under neon lights and twinkling scores, to the tune of dropped pins and beeping arcade games with the scent of salt and grease and people and feet, we piled in and took the alley by storm.