Gotta love this shot of Michael up top–a satisfied smirk on his face as a Boticelli-like chic dreamweaves into the air and a drunk Londoner gives a giggle. They almost look superimposed.
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We started this trip with two cameras. We now have none. Yes, the whole stolen thing really sucked. So did the day-long police report experience. There was disbelief, devastation and denial. But there was, eventually, a solemn belief in the idea that this didn’t mean the world was bad, just that two people were bad. [...]
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