January 29, 2015
I take a certain level of pride in her walking in and claiming the house , and everything in it, for herself. If you’ve ever had a shiba, you’ll understand what I mean.
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January 7, 2015
One afternoon exactly one year ago in London, I met a man who changed my life. He was on the Millennium Bridge clad in construction clothes tinkering at something on the floor. Like everyone else, I walked past without a second thought in a rush to visit the Tate Modern after a media briefing in […]
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