hmmm, 1982... all i remember is tears for fears songs, pink and green flashes, building forts in the backyard, swimming with sharks, fluttering around like a butterfly until i hit smack into a brick wall. reality began to enter into the mind. what is this i thought? i'm not sure if i've ever fully gr
The founder, with Marc Lafia, of Art+Culture, Daniel fancies himself a reader of texts, whatever their form—novels, philosophy, the smile of a stranger, film, art, giggles, sighs, whiskey. To read, he imagines,is not to interpret but to engage, to enjoy, to digest. He therefore is careful