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For years, I began and ended each day in restaurant locker rooms piled high with sneakers, clothes, and backpacks. Cooks would dig through small mountains to find their left shoes before racing to another job or to a bar. Now that I live in Venice Beach, it is as if those inanimate mounds of clothing have come alive. These portraits relish the same temporal intimacy I shared cooking alongside different people every shift.

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For years, I began and ended each day in restaurant locker rooms piled high with sneakers, clothes, and backpacks. Cooks would dig through small mountains to find their left shoes before racing to another job or to a bar. Now that I live in Venice Beach, it is as if those inanimate mounds of clothing have come alive. These portraits relish the same temporal intimacy I shared cooking alongside different people every shift.

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