The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
The MBIP Winter Break - Be Back On January 11, 2026!
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*It’s that time of year, time for the MBIP Winter Break!*
*I’ll be taking a blog break and a break from social media until January
11, 2026. But when I ...
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