A shoot for my ALIWW scrapbook gave me an opportunity to be proud of my dear friend kit kwe. She brought herself and her "staff" to a location I wanted to explore in a 1930's terno. Her pictures were deeply comforting to me. (I feel sometimes, I haven't seen myself since...) This junkshop in Sampaloc also made me feel whole somehow. I was among the ruins of certain dreams and discarded memories. I myself, as many others, am part of certain dreams and discarded memories. This is my favorite shot.
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