I used to read your stuff in Jane, I've read your book. I chatted with you briefly at a clothing sale and I think bought one of the dresses you donated. Always sort of felt a kinship with you through your writing and our vaguely similar experiences (and curly hair and glasses). But I had NO IDEA we were fellow Man Ray dwellers at the same time back in "the day"!
So many people have been coming out of the (black, clove-infused, slightly disgusting) woodwork to talk about what that place meant to them then, and how its influence has stayed with them — or has just now come back — and how the reopening has been a catalyst to remember (despite middle age) to feel alive. Me included. I have a significant birthday next week, one that requires lots of thought and reflection, apparently, and somehow knowing I can go back to Man Ray sometime soon, makes it all better.
So glad another old Man Ray friend linked your Medium on her facebook... I didn't know about that either. Thanks for putting some of my feelings into words! See ya round (the internet or the club!)
Oh my gosh, I love all of this so much. I am 51, divorced, and it is all so relatable. ❤️❤️❤️ Thanks for sharing! And what a crazy fucking coincidence!!? Wow.
I remember those days and am so glad Man Ray has reopened for a new generation of young people figuring out their place in life. Funny you mentioned feeling like an outsider. I felt like a total outsider at BU. I never had a core group of friends, no matter how hard I tried. I just floated on and did what I could to survive living in such a cold and expensive city. I hope you and AS can reconnect someday. Your friendship was a beautiful thing to behold.
Ohhhh how much I relate to this piece. And it’s just such a pleasure to read your words again... I know there are many many of us who felt as though we knew you after spending years reading your book/essays. I’m so glad you are in a good place.
I used to read your stuff in Jane, I've read your book. I chatted with you briefly at a clothing sale and I think bought one of the dresses you donated. Always sort of felt a kinship with you through your writing and our vaguely similar experiences (and curly hair and glasses). But I had NO IDEA we were fellow Man Ray dwellers at the same time back in "the day"!
So many people have been coming out of the (black, clove-infused, slightly disgusting) woodwork to talk about what that place meant to them then, and how its influence has stayed with them — or has just now come back — and how the reopening has been a catalyst to remember (despite middle age) to feel alive. Me included. I have a significant birthday next week, one that requires lots of thought and reflection, apparently, and somehow knowing I can go back to Man Ray sometime soon, makes it all better.
So glad another old Man Ray friend linked your Medium on her facebook... I didn't know about that either. Thanks for putting some of my feelings into words! See ya round (the internet or the club!)
I used to read your stuff in Jane, I've read your book. I chatted with you briefly at a clothing sale and I think bought one of the dresses you donated. Always sort of felt a kinship with you through your writing and our vaguely similar experiences (and curly hair and glasses). But I had NO IDEA we were fellow Man Ray dwellers at the same time back in "the day"!
So many people have been coming out of the (black, clove-infused, slightly disgusting) woodwork to talk about what that place meant to them then, and how its influence has stayed with them — or has just now come back — and how the reopening has been a catalyst to remember (despite middle age) to feel alive. Me included. I have a significant birthday next week, one that requires lots of thought and reflection, apparently, and somehow knowing I can go back to Man Ray sometime soon, makes it all better.
So glad another old Man Ray friend linked your Medium on her facebook... I didn't know about that either. Thanks for putting some of my feelings into words! See ya round (the internet or the club!)
I love this so much. I love how we all seem to find each other over and over even without intending to. Thank you for this!
Oh my gosh, I love all of this so much. I am 51, divorced, and it is all so relatable. ❤️❤️❤️ Thanks for sharing! And what a crazy fucking coincidence!!? Wow.
I remember those days and am so glad Man Ray has reopened for a new generation of young people figuring out their place in life. Funny you mentioned feeling like an outsider. I felt like a total outsider at BU. I never had a core group of friends, no matter how hard I tried. I just floated on and did what I could to survive living in such a cold and expensive city. I hope you and AS can reconnect someday. Your friendship was a beautiful thing to behold.
Ohhhh how much I relate to this piece. And it’s just such a pleasure to read your words again... I know there are many many of us who felt as though we knew you after spending years reading your book/essays. I’m so glad you are in a good place.
I used to read your stuff in Jane, I've read your book. I chatted with you briefly at a clothing sale and I think bought one of the dresses you donated. Always sort of felt a kinship with you through your writing and our vaguely similar experiences (and curly hair and glasses). But I had NO IDEA we were fellow Man Ray dwellers at the same time back in "the day"!
So many people have been coming out of the (black, clove-infused, slightly disgusting) woodwork to talk about what that place meant to them then, and how its influence has stayed with them — or has just now come back — and how the reopening has been a catalyst to remember (despite middle age) to feel alive. Me included. I have a significant birthday next week, one that requires lots of thought and reflection, apparently, and somehow knowing I can go back to Man Ray sometime soon, makes it all better.
So glad another old Man Ray friend linked your Medium on her facebook... I didn't know about that either. Thanks for putting some of my feelings into words! See ya round (the internet or the club!)