• Style Story: Brown, Is The Color Of My Skin

    I’ve spent the morning and early afteroon listening to Nina Simone. Her early days and her late days. After meditation and in the car from a meeting. Now while typing and watching the sky get gray and set for a drizzly late afternoon. This autumn brings browns of all shades with it, falling from the leaves and crunching under our toes. Much of it can be seen from the window of any Brooklyn apartment. And that’s one of the special things about Brooklyn in my opinion. The facasades always look a bit different depending on the neighborhood, but we all collectively feel the shift of fall and the smell of the same kind of rain.

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  • November Words

    “Our own shadows disappear as the feet of thousandsby the tens of thousands pound the fallow landinto new dust thatrising like a marvelous pollen will befertileeven as the first woman ...

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