Dance. Grind. Vogue. We battle.
Get on stage--get kicked off stage.
We swim in a sea of sweat.
Meeting with the Williamsburg set.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Score one for the chubby 13-year-old.
Workhouse Arts?
Black Turtleneck.
An unfortunate middle-schooler.
Lipstain on teeth all night--like a bloody genius.
To finally land a friend who, without prompt, mentions
the connection between dress, uniform, and implied personhood.
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