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August 23rd, 2010


1999 | Los Angeles

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One time, long ago, during a critique in which I had not done the assignment, nor attempted it, as I was too busy printing photographs that had nothing to do with this day, tacking them to the wall anyway, a girl stood up and was defending me. I did not know she even looked at the photographs I made before today. I was surprised. I remember her far across the classroom looking at me, through me, towards the professor. “Jonathan photographs rocks. Not like you or I would just take a photo of a rock, Jonathan makes that rock hurt you.”

I looked at my feet and I blushed. It was exactly what I wanted.

I think her name was Victoria, yes, it was.