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When You Realize Your Friend Resembles A Homicidal Robot

Remember my scientist friend V? I wrote about her here and here. Despite all my intentions to remain friends with her, I still broke contact eventually. Not because anything had changed about our situation, but rather because nothing ever changed at … Continue reading

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Memento Mori Monday: In The Wake Of Disaster

It’s Monday again, and in the light of all that is happening in Europe (Who knows, we might be heading for WWIII if we don’t watch out…) I thought to look towards Ukraine for a Memento Mori. The Chernobyl Disaster … Continue reading

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Bathroom Situations… “Agua Caliente” by Sofia Sanchez

This is an old fashion shoot I came across lately, and with old I mean that it was published in Numéro in 2008. Since I’m not featuring it for the clothes, I don’t think its age is that important though. … Continue reading

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QP and Her Life, and how they aren’t on the best of terms

Here I am again. Risen from the crevices that the combined ailments of fever, stomach flu and kidney stones turned out to be, here I am again. I wish there was no more to say than simply that I’m better, … Continue reading

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Lessons Part V

‘Catherine?’ He stood on the patio, as usual neatly dressed in his usual beige suit. I held my breath… God, what was he beautiful. I had to strain myself to keep hiding behind a cherry tree. ‘Catherine… Where are you, … Continue reading

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Lessons Part III

We knew each other for approximately four weeks, in which we had spent quite some time together, when he asked a very unusual question. He never asked me questions unless they considered my language skills, so the occasion alone had … Continue reading

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