Irving Penn died.
Right now I am thinking about an exhibit I went to see with my friend J. in NYC. I can't remember whose collection it was but it was a bunch of the greats. Absolute best part though, was a wall with a few from the Cigarette Series. I kept walking back to them. I'd move on and come back. Move on and come back.
Up close and gritty, hideous and lovely.
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