It was cold. And bristling. Wind burning my fingertips as I snapped shots in the dark illuminated by neon lights on a calm November night.
On the way to the Big Give, I felt an urge to capture the things I saw in Chelsea. Corridors: cavernous and liminal, but bustling with light. Some cool. Some warm. Others red. And blue.
Read MoreThe selected poem “Georgia Mud” is from 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯: a collaborative work by writers/performers #LaurieCarlos , Jessica Hagedorn, Robbie McCauley collectively known as "Thought Music"
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