Gabby Bess’s Alone With Other People orchestrates an impressive catalog of young human want with a uncompromising style. In the span between its first phrase The sex can be rough and its last sentence, Panic., the reader forward through a virtual rolodex of self-inquisition shaped by boredom, horror, aspiration, fear for future, wonder, lust. There’s a lot of intense light coming off this book full of screens and suns and large black dots.
terry richardson is the new andy warhol in that he is a stupid fucker who sucks at “art” and needs a cool babe to literally shoot him
for summer, bitchily get hit by a car
