to my nitty gritty city by Rebecca S. Rea i love you at dawning day the smell of alleyways and roses in my armsi love you at just-before-twilight how that cat’s light horizon illuminates your palms i love you from the overpass graffiti and ghetto blasts in LA you look down to see the stars […]
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How Grand by Rebecca S. Rea When a musical duo forms in the lofts and parks of Brooklyn, playing to audiences of friends and family, it has to accept a few bumps (amplifiers precariously balanced on sofas) and not-so-ideal situations (recording an album in an unheated Vermont farmhouse) along the way. So, Matt Johnson and […]
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Show Me Your Monsters and I’ll Show You Mine by Rebecca S. Rea Psychoanalysts should give this a try: Create a Rorschach test, then have the patient consider deeply the meaning hidden within its forms…and doodle the bejeebers out of it! Stephan G. Bucher of 344 Design, uses a similar technique to exorcise his own […]
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Irrationality: Tread Lightly by Rebecca S. Rea This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now in the Store.
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Best Wine for . . . Girls Who Hate Wine by Rebecca S. Rea I am not a lush. My version of getting sloshed involves one martini glass of fruity-flavored liquor drowned by Sierra Mist or Coke. This said, wine and I are not usually on speaking terms. One fine April evening, however, I was […]
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