Jon Pichaya Ferry’s chest peeked out from behind his loosely fitted shirt, which was carefully tucked into a pair of black, skinny jeans. He turned and gently bounded up the stairwell. I trailed behind his thick, static mane of pitch black hair.
He was taking me to his new Bushwick showroom inside one of the spaces at 203 Harrison Place. We walked down a meandering hallway, bordered by industrial-style studios. Eventually, Ferry stopped at an unmarked door, put a key into the doorknob, and led me into a small, rectangular room filled with human remains.
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