TWO DEGREES OF DAMIAN LOEB
by Charlie Finch



I was chatting with Damian Loeb's serene bride Zoya at Acquavella's lugubrious, tomblike space the other night (made darker by the lack of refreshments), when Damian snuck up behind me. "I'm going outside for a cigarette, Charlie," he announced, so I joined him on the sidewalk with his equally skinny childhood pal Moby.

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