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About Palmerston North

Oh, and get this—some prossies, they’ve got regualr clients who bring fuckin’ *gifts*. Flowers, choccie, weird shit like that. One bird told me she got a toaster once! A toaster! What’s she gonna do, shag him and make toast? Cracked me up, that did—mental image of her pluggin’ it in mid-job. “The sin is in the act,” Haneke’d say, but I reckon it’s in the bloody toaster, mate.

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First off, I’m cruising down Great South Rd, and I’m already late. Classic me. I swear, the traffic lights were conspiring against me. Like, who needs green lights anyway? I finally get to the lab, and my team’s buzzing. They’re all hyped about this new project. I’m like, “Guys, chill. We’re not curing cancer here.” But they’re all in their zone, and I’m just trying to keep up.

In Photos: The inimitable Homai Vyarawalla and her iconic images of independent India