2006dec13. Leslie Harpold has passed. She left the same tiny sliver of the midwest I lived in, but we didn’t start talking until she lived in NYC. She translated some text I had written to send to someone in France, she offered crash space when I was in a ridiculously tight spot, I warned her about the California DMV, we talked mostly about typography and relationships and projects and etc. Words aren’t really doing it. Leslie.
