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Amid a long-distance relationship (he was in
San Francisco, 
I was in Richmond, Va., for
grad school – “best idea ever,” said some
sadistic soul), I took my measly savings and spent
the summer out West. I soon realized my aversion to
being  
in front of the camera (I mean, what are you
supposed to do 
with your hands? Feet? Face?) meant
most of my pictures were of 
my boyfriend
​ Franco looking at something. 

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Which led to this photo essay,
​Franco Looking at Something.








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Franco looked at everything.

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From the mundane.

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To the awesome.

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Sometimes he looked at nothing.

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Often he looked at books.
People liked it.

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Franco got in trouble for looking at this.
It was worth it.

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Driving up the Pacific Northwest, Franco looked at lakes.

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And mountains.

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He looked at Powell's,
and Powell's reblogged it.

  
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Then I went back to school.

ON VIEW
THE 
FRANCO

LOOKING AT
SOMETHING
WALL
in my living room May 2014.

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Look at Franco looking at other things here.












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