The Lighted Life

By Giacomo

Canali 1934

I escaped the boiler-room at lunchtime today and played on my One Street with mannequins and tress and lens filters and reflections of me. Given my temperament, finding the right moody light was not all that difficult. But I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me.

I have worked a week full of hours in the last few days. Hump day has never looked smaller.

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