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“Now it was always Saturday again and I always had to go to my job at the vintage glasses store.”
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“‘You don’t talk to me like I’m a gadget,’ said Mr. Chat Guy, elaborating on how I bring out the best in him.”
“‘We’ve lived a hundred years, shouldn’t we prepare for what comes next?’”
“Warhol’s resigned tone belies what he woke up to and lived in day after day: the great something that was his work, which is so often framed by distance, and the dream of what it must feel like to be touched.”
“You see I have this broken nose I got / when el tico Lizano hit me with a brick / because I said it was obviously a foul”
“I felt my sin / shift itself / beneath the skin.”
This series of photographs and self-portraits was taken between 2024 and 2025, culminating in the birth of Chetrit’s second child.