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- I scream. He screams. We all scream because Amazon has the book in stock again. From the book: us in rehearsal. We were playing characters looking at bad design. #baddesign #pleasedonottouchthebook #rizzolibooks #shakespeareandcompanyThe book in the wild.Okay okay a shirt not a book. Get over yourself.We did try to warn you.Does this remind anyone else of the somewhat fraying relationship between Flynn and Trump? Flynn standing, of course. #torpedohouse #vintagepressphoto #baltimoresun #fakepresidentIs that a member of Trump's Cabinet sneaking out the back door with a large bag of tax payers' money? I guess we'll never know because his face has been redacted. #redacted #vintagepressphotos #vintageblackandwhite
Tag Archives: Haresh Lalvani
The clear highpoint of Day Zero was a visit from everyone’s favorite North American, Kareem Rashid. Here Haresh explains the morphing fruit platters, to little effect.
And here a somewhat surreal woman with hideous red hair used her iPad like a Steadicam, floating silently around the booth.
People loved shooting the booth. Here are but two simultaneous imagesmiths in action.
And finally, a shot of our beloved Corrie, who stepped in at the last minute to work the booth with us and without whom we would have been up a tree without a paddle. Here she is, doing her dusting. Bless.
Turns out writing on the booth walls by hand is more radical a move than one might suspect. It’s been causing a small ruckus.
We just thought it might be a nice change from endless and tasteful vinyl. Besides we kept thinking up new things to write as we were installing.