I love magazines. I look through them, cut them apart, and throw them away. I cut out every picture that appeals to me--because I like the colors, because the shadows just make it perfect, because I love the dress, because it's about a life I'll never understand--and keep them in a (very fat, overflowing) folder, one for full pages, another for smaller pictures. I take them out and look at them, arrange them on a page, and paste them in a book. I love the squares all arranged together, big ones next to small ones, I love picking out a handful and seeing how all their colors go together. I love photography, but mostly it's just the colors. I love color.
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