Brief Reflections on My Love of Mirrors…
And why when you find a good one, you never leave it behind.
When I left my first tiny apartment on the Upper East Side nearly 14 years ago, I accidentally left a vintage gold-foil-framed mirror there. It was big, slightly crumbly, and hung on the kitchen wall opposite my slim refrigerator. I intentionally chose that spot to (hopefully) give me the feeling that I actually had a window in there, which I did not. M…
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