i stole a copy of leah gordon’s beautiful book on jacmel’s kanaval from the new museum a couple of years ago, and then was so freaked out before meeting a person i fell in love with that i left it, along with a lot of other gorgeous haiti books, in a trash store through whose lingerie section i had frantically been trying to pass my love anxiety— seive-like— through a huge pile of sweatshop lace. the things we do for love. i mean, i hardly ever wear a bra. i love leah gordon’s work. haven’t watched this movie yet. i just got in and the rain fucks with the internet. enjoy
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