Hello, I'm Rachel.

I am 25 and I live in NYC, but I grew up chasing tumbleweeds and hornytoads in New Mexico. I write things for a living, for now. I like the arts, photographs, old movies, the web, and the city, and tend to wonder how each influences the other. I thought this might be a good place to collect a few of the million images, sounds and ideas I get distracted by every day--sentimental though they may be. Welcome to my corner.

And if you just want to say hi, please do. I write back.

May 05
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true story

My grandfather used to have his bedtime stories told to him, on very special occasions, by Marcel Duchamp (he was a friend and frequent houseguest of my great grandfather Harold, who headed up the Manhattan Chess Club in the 1910s—I am making a chart). Now we have a book cover by MD that I have found is floating around the family, a pink felt monstrosity with a big stuffed woman’s breast on the front and the words Prière de toucher (Please Touch). It looks like this and it is my new life quest to track it down and possess it. Or at least just cop a feel.
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