dear airport security,
i hope my riding crop brings a smile to your face when you break open my luggage in your zeal to ascertain my level of terrorist connection (and its clever juxtaposition with nick bourriaud's relational aesthetics, natch!). and if it doesn't, then by god, there is no light in your life.
love,
carol
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About Me
- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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