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Jessica Paré - New York Magazine by Zachary Scott, May 2012
Paré laughs easily and often, despite a case of extreme jet lag. Bali is fifteen hours...
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50 Beautiful Women | 2007-2012 | photography by Z. Urbina
Taking a break from photos for awhile. A long while. Not gonna say “retiring,” because at age 30 that would be absurd. Here’s a look back on amazing adventures, with some very lovely ladies, in SoCal & NYC. -Z
The Sparrow Looks Up At The Machine | iris shots by Z. Urbina
[title: The Flaming Lips]
![“In the eighth American-educational grade, Bruce Green fell dreadfully in love with a classmate who had the unlikely name of Mildred Bonk. The name was unlikely because if ever an eighth-grader looked like a Daphne Christianson or a Kimberly St.-Simone or something like that, it was Mildred Bonk. She was the kind of fatally pretty and nubile wraithlike figure who glides through the sweaty junior-high corridors of every nocturnal emitter’s dreamscape. Hair that Green had heard described by an overwrought teacher as ‘flaxen’; a body which the fickle angel of puberty — the same angel who didn’t even seem to know Bruce Green’s zip code — had visited, kissed, and already left, back in sixth; legs which not even orange Keds with purple-glitter-encrusted laces could make unserious. Shy, iridescent, coltish, pelvically unfractuous, amply busted, given to diffident movements of hand brushing flaxen hair from front of dear creamy forehead, movements which drove Bruce Green up a private tree. A vision in a sundress and silly shoes. Mildred L. Bonk.” | David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
[image: Andrew Eccles]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqma7wUWDY1qkniyuo1_500.jpg)
“In the eighth American-educational grade, Bruce Green fell dreadfully in love with a classmate who had the unlikely name of Mildred Bonk. The name was unlikely because if ever an eighth-grader looked like a Daphne Christianson or a Kimberly St.-Simone or something like that, it was Mildred Bonk. She was the kind of fatally pretty and nubile wraithlike figure who glides through the sweaty junior-high corridors of every nocturnal emitter’s dreamscape. Hair that Green had heard described by an overwrought teacher as ‘flaxen’; a body which the fickle angel of puberty — the same angel who didn’t even seem to know Bruce Green’s zip code — had visited, kissed, and already left, back in sixth; legs which not even orange Keds with purple-glitter-encrusted laces could make unserious. Shy, iridescent, coltish, pelvically unfractuous, amply busted, given to diffident movements of hand brushing flaxen hair from front of dear creamy forehead, movements which drove Bruce Green up a private tree. A vision in a sundress and silly shoes. Mildred L. Bonk.” | David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
[image: Andrew Eccles]
“Man has always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much… the wheel, New York, wars and so on…”
New York City, summer 2011 | photography by Z. Urbina
NYC, summer 2011 | photography by Z. Urbina | more from gallery
[title: Douglas Adams]
