Milkshake

Once a week, my grandad would bring me a McDonald’s strawberry milkshake. For a poor kid in the eighties, this was a mega treat. I have a clear image of him, standing impressively large in the doorway to our kitchen...

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A pair of Chuck Taylor All Star high top converse in a state of disrepair

Saying Goodbye to Chuck

Hungover, jet-lagged, close to delirious in a vintage fashion boutique in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, I don’t feel quite in my body, drifting somewhere beyond, behind. The hipster shop assistants suggest with their poise and cool...

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