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Eckhaus Latta Fall/Winter 2018

The reality was a browned sponge in the sink basin A wasp in the pool Many dead and dying plants lingered around doors that wouldn't fully close The test results were positive: We're all paying to play. You could hardly breathe and your assigned emotional support animal was also vomiting.

A platform constructed by simple people: When my decisions became our decisions and now some would say they are no longer ours, but rather your decisions. Maybe something else, something like a life of parquet floors. Where it is all LED, old, original LED, the kind that stays on with your eyes closed Maybe it was a hotel called The Can. On a special occasion I was waiting for you at the Cheesecake Factory, Maybe we order oysters? Swallow tattoos. 

The eyes of a hammerhead shark. Gliding into your pelvis or anus. It really depends on how you look at it, as it looks at you. When your life and the hours it consists of are comprised of one thing it gives you very little to look from. And the funniest part is that it felt relieving to know what the "problem" was.