Sorry for the dead air — I’m in Ithaca for a few days, visiting some of my favorite people in the world, including Kathryn and Sasha and Meredith. It feels super good to be around them and also eating sandwiches and playing badminton and getting my hair cut and hearing people say, ‘Welcome home.’
As I was admiring the hand imagery from this post, I found these photos in my own archive. I took them the last time I was in Morocco — I think in 2004? — at an old mosque that had been converted into an amazing art space. Wrist to wrist, fuschia palms floating in ether…
