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four photos, week of 9.21

And some words, too!

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27 Sep 2025 — 2 min read

the diamond district at night on the second day of rosh hashanah. i guess technically since it was past sundown that day is over.

the muggy air lingers

summer is drawn out like we

put in too much time

caught the 6 in chinatown. i always somehow end up in chinatown on a whim. the 6 on a saturday tends to be less crowded in the early afternoon for some reason. at least if you catch it far enough down. i can think. i can even get some reading done. i just started madame bovary.

i had just walked up from century 21. same as it was before it closed during covid. disappointing. and now there’s less space. what’s that old joke? “that meal was so disappointing!” “i know! and such small portions!”

i know that j crew specifically has a factory line that’s made specifically for outlets. kinda depressing. a lot of stuff regarding clothing and fashion is kind of depressing to be honest. you go to the men’s section at century 21 and there’s a whole corner for stan ray but it’s all weird fleeces and puffer jackets.

i like stan ray. i wrote a weird poem that served as a review of their natural drill painter pants. i’m wearing a pair of their denim painter pants right now. they make quality workwear here in america for a reasonable price which is pretty rare in 2025. why the fuck are they making ugly fleeces? who asked for this? who even made the correlation that enabled this to exist?

sometimes clothing feels like it’s just made to consume resources. you know no one is actually going to wear this. if you look hard enough you can see the pipeline from dhaka to dillards to woodbury to kantamanto. kinda like generative ai in a lot of ways.

i’m sure i’ve talked about all this on here but like caribbean icon celine dion once said, it’s all coming back to me.