Words By Dan B. Jones Photos by Francis Spade | There is a certain freedom in movement. The pump of a skateboard to build speed, and the little pivot starting from the torso to scrub it, feels like a little piece of life.
Crossing the Canadian border has proven to be one of Abigail Lynch's least favorite obligations, right up there with waiting in the checkout line at Meijer. But, she and her "equally degenerative looking compatriots" do so to bring us a report on print in Toronto.
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The life I had envisioned for myself in Manhattan, Woody Allen’s New York or the one that Ralph Lauren had always promised me in his beautiful ads, never seemed to manifest itself.
