Faszinierend zu sehen...dass es so etwas schönes tatsächlich gibt...
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Within a few minutes of hanging out with Hillel, I sensed that he was absolutely different from most of the people I’d spent time with. I usually felt like the leader in most relationships with kids my age, because of all the crazy experiences that I’d had as a kid, but I immediately knew that Hillel was at least my equal, and in fact knew a lot of things that I didn’t. He understood a lot about music, and he was a great visual artist, and he had a sense of self and a calm about him that were just riveting. Hillel was Jewish, he looked Jewish and talked about Jewish stuff, and the food in that kitchen was Jewish. He made us egg-salad sandwiches on rye bread that day, which was totally exotic food to me then. After the sandwiches, we had a meaningful heart-to-heart chat. By the time I left his house, I was thinking, “Well, that’s my new best friend for life right there.” Hillel had a Datsun Bio station wagon, and we spent many, many nights driving up to the top of the Hollywood Hills, pulling into a rest stop, looking out over the city, putting in some crazy progressive-rock tapes, smoking weed, and discussing the girls at Fairfax.
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hi heres a sneaky little wip :0
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Devon Aoki For i-D Magazine (2009)
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