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“Designers love a problem”, the line stuck with me. Problems, what kind of problems? Problems like – why am I so angry at the thought of bearing the burdens as an eldest child? Problems like – whether I would stand by or question my decision of moving out of NYC? And within these problems, the…

I’m dancing in the kitchen. It’s pouring out. Guitarra Portuguesa trickles out from the speakers. I’m dancing in the kitchen. I want to capture this moment. The down pour, the way it hits my skylight in the kitchen. The one that I’m dancing in. Coffee’s doing its thing dripping rhythmically into a base of freshly…