Dying, Dyeing, and Me
words and photos by Miles Hilton The first time I visited Shatzi Weisberger’s apartment, she herded me over to an ornately carved wooden box by the window. Gently, she lifted the lid to expose folds of white fabric, fringed with embroidery. A sticky note on top read “Shroud.” “This is my death shroud,” Shatzi explained […]
