Brooklyn. Snow on the second of December.
Raw. Life. lives. art.
Shoots all day making ends connect. Beginning by entering a pub at 10 in the morning infiltrating with our persistence in costume and carelessness.. we make this happen. Our art is un-stoppable. People respond, animals come running. Cameras keep clicking the time we have is ours and no one else's.
We are art. this is art. I love NY.
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