the bush 

Born and raised in this dear city (shaolin, though the bastard child, is still part of the family) I never thought I would live to see the day when people openly embraced the Bush (the hood not the prez or the vagina monologues). I guess it coincides with the inevitable evolution that is new york. this weekend is the open studio and arts festival in bushwick.

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