I (still) absolutely hate packing… Soon after returning from a project in the Caribbean, I decided to accept an invitation to Art Basel in Miami. Instead of taking the time to repack (as any respectable person might), I decided to simply add a few pieces every tacky article of clothing that I own and bring the same suitcase. This morning my mother called to ask me when I’d be heading to Connecticut for the holidays, and I decided that it was finally time to unpack the aforementioned suitcase. I’m only several items in and it already looks like I’m unpacking the wardrobe of a baby hooker.
