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  • It was unseasonably warm last New Years Eve, and I told myself this would be the day I started something different. Something that would change the way I thought about the other three hundred and sixty five days of 2012. I got dressed up, twisted my hair up in a chignon, and put on my favorite red lipstick. This year, I wouldn't be afraid. I took myself to The Metropolitan Museum of Art, moving picture camera in hand (LomoKino), and ignored the stares as it clicked with each twist of the lever. I never realized how much I took for granted the simple, wondrous task of courting ones self. I wanted to create something special. To create art, and have that feeling of significance rolling down my body. This year, I wouldn't be afraid of being seen. I've shut my ears to the nether me that wants to be invisible.
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