One of the perks of temporarily hosting a displaced artist is the treasure trove of art they bring with them. “Is it nosiness if this is my cabinet?” I asked myself as I rifled through someone else’s things. “I don’t think it’s nosiness. Surely not.” My fingers paused on a particular canvas. “Holy shit.” “You […]

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It’s August in Florence, 2015, and it’s hot as balls. I’m sitting in a cocktail bar, eying this tourist’s berry mojito with naked lust. I watch condensation slide down the icy side of the glass, the way sweat is currently rolling down the middle of my back. And then I swallow and order a Godfather […]

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