“It was a cold and rainy day in March. I went to Cristophe’s where I usually get my hair done, but Cristophe wasn’t there. He had mysteriously disappeared. In his place was a stranger named Rinaldo. I’ll never forget him. His eyes were steely gray. His hands were like ice. He said, ‘I’ll streak your hair and I’ll give you a body wave.’ He worked very fast and then, as he turned my chair around to face the mirror, I saw it. He permed me!”
Kyle Thomas Hemingway: The ephemera edit
An ongoing digital archive of 1,364 items (and counting) proving that I read, I saw, and I actually paid attention.
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Craig T. Nelson
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“Life is what you make of it. So do something. Do something brave. Do something unexpected. But do something, because you have four women in a jail cell who are desperately hoping for a reason to believe there’s still a reason to believe. So do something, goddammit, because this isn’t the end of the freaking story.”
