by Sherard Harrington
I don’t know what it is, but ever since I’ve started up school again (M.Arch. program at the Boston Architectural College, first year), I’ve been really klutzy. I’ve been knocking over drawing tubes, leaving my water bottle everywhere, losing hats—just yesterday I dropped my camera in the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art). Thank God the darn thing’s indestructible, because that was not the first time. But nevertheless, it was batteries and the cap and the charger just everywhere in the main lobby. Not doing so hot if my aim was the sophisticated, classy look.
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