Word: doorway
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...like chocolate milk shakes?" Sitting on the toilet in my room, I thought I was hearing voices. "Strawberry?" I looked up and saw a middle-aged man with brown hair and pasty complexion sticking his head into a partially open doorway. He introduced himself as Jim Mayer, better known as the "Milk Shake...
...rents out. Unemployed since Katrina flooded the Hyatt and took his job as a banquet captain, he is spending his time renovating. The city is in dire need of rental housing like his, since Katrina destroyed some 43,000 units, including 5,000 public housing apartments. Standing in the doorway, the 62-year-old points to empty lots where houses once stood nearby. He hasn't seen the neighbors at all, but believes his renovation, lonely as it is, will hasten the process of rebuilding. "I'm doing everything I possibly can to make it viable for someone to come...
...shrank from view, moving away from commercial portraits toward home interiors for magazines; from faces to people-less landscapes. Morley has called the Keeler shot an albatross, and in the random pictures Annear has artfully assembled in the final room?an Indian child glimpsed through a bootmaker's doorway, a whirling carousel backlit by the sun, a garden shed that appears like Doctor Who's time machine in a misty Paris garden?Morley seeks to transcend the defining image, a kind of freedom this exhibition finally grants...
...docks. They were quiet folk, mostly men in their 40s who were skinny and smoked a lot. I didn’t look them up.It was a sign of good faith, the same as entering someone’s home rather than staying in the safety of their doorway with a notebook as a shield. Sometimes a reporter’s only insurance is her own trust.At the end of the boat a little larger than a bedroom, Chris and Jacqui hovered at identical picking tables. Three bulbs shone on their bare hands as they flung the clear shrimp into...
...family goes back to the same little town on a lake every year, and the place itself is as precise a measuring stick as the pencil marks on the kitchen doorway. The basement is a warehouse of outgrown skates and half-finished lanyards. Last summer little sister's feet could barely reach the pedals. This summer she's racing down hills, while big sister is taller than some of my friends, her ears are pierced, her shoes have heels, when she's not barefoot. One summer they went to see the Baha Men; the next summer, La Boheme...