An excerpt from my novel in progress titled, WHEAT:
Our mother appeared to thrive in this new sterile atmosphere. She’d wheel her trolley into the supermarket with her head held high, with the song of her heels click-clacking across the shiny linoleum floors. The cool blue light of the fluorescent tubes, those strange modern guideposts, glowed overhead, and haloed the crown of her “almost auburn” Clairol- colored hair. A low buzz emanated from the freezers and their rubber-rimmed doors sucked shut, like bivalves in the ocean. She didn’t associate this sterile future with the barren, the empty, or a howling void. She pictured a future where everything came packaged.
CHANEL, F/W 2014: LIFE IN THE AISLES.
PHOTOS: NYTIMES, CHANEL, STYLE.COM, ANDREAS GURSKY, THE SARTORIALIST