Andrew Molitor gave one of my things way more attention than it probably deserves, and I’m flattered beyond any sense of reason or propriety. (And full disclosure, I know Molitor a little bit and am therefore predisposed to pretty much like pretty much anything he does. Anyway.) In his review, he mentions that my Eid al Adha zine contains 31 pictures—nearly the whole roll—and more or less correctly assumes that the ones I left out were “the ones that were literally unsalvageable.”
So, here, because I’m still too busy to write a proper post, are The Rejects.
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