a soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. (guillaume laurant, amélie)
saturday 10/09/10 roadtrips & stinkbugs & the hard rock cafe “excuse me, do you have any lemonade?“ sunday 10/10/10 football & scottish bartenders & a walk in the park “what’s the capital of montana? by the way, i drive a vintage jaguar.” monday 10/11/10 lenox square & red-soled shoes & ruth’s chris “if you ever [...]
all that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it — an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view. (peter conrad)
saturday 11/07/09 arrivals and uhauls dinner at larimer square, under a canopy of lights “slow down! there’s no oxygen.“ sunday 11/08/09 prime bar, full of football fans and buckets of coors partying it up at mile high station “wait. how tall are you?“ monday 11/09/09 rounds at the convention center a steelers victory & limo [...]
the falls
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