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Drinking a cup of coffee is a highly savored moment in the course of my days and always resonates an aura of ritual and comfort. For a period of six months, I photographed each single cup of coffee I consumed. This book is created from the resulting 130 images, is printed on notepaper and includes the location and date of each indulgence. The cup of coffee becomes the upstanding guardian of constancy in the midst of continually changing scenery. The ritual of drinking coffee then becomes a pattern of continuity and ensures that I am still the same person, with the same behavior, wherever my travels might take me.
My home at that time was the Lower East Side in Manhattan and then Williamsburg in Brooklyn.

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