“Can we shoot? We need to shoot. I’m here now. C’mon. I really would like to shoot.”
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“Can we shoot? We need to shoot. I’m here now. C’mon. I really would like to shoot.”


“You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.”
“If you drink, you will die. If you drink, you may see.”
“It’s not hard to do a show; it’s hard to cancel a show.”
“NO! I’M A STAR!”
“This is how to remember a moment: You write it down as soon as it is over. Spare no detail—the weather, the color of the walls, every single thing that’s said (you will not accurately recall every single thing that’s spoken: Record all conversations you have). It would be quicker to photograph the moment, of course. It would be easier, less emotionally taxing. But writing it all down, as much as you can bear, reminds you, in the way a photograph can’t, that you were there inside the experience, trying to make some meaning out of it.”
“Back at the office that night before we went to print, I taught a little something called nabhi kriya. As the class broke down at the end, sinking into savasana, I contemplated these different paths to the perfect BLAU story. As long as you put the work in, it really doesn’t matter if it’s your navel or your arcline doing the job.”
“Well, by the looks of everythin’, I’d say one goddamn fucked up horror picture.”



“As the garment industry left the United States, it undid the work of industrial feminists like Clara Lemlich and Rose Schneiderman, who had the audacity to demand that intellectual satisfaction was the birthright of every sewing machine operator. This new brand of feminism didn’t care to protect sewing work as good work; rather it scoured the earth to find the cheapest new sources of exploitable, female labor.”


