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Torquil Campbell of Stars

One of the highlights of the Outside Lands music festival was not only getting to see these guys live, but also to be able to shoot them from the photo pit. And then they go and make my life complete by playing the song “Elevator Love Letter” to start their set. That was the song we played in the car on the drive to the hospital to have Leta, and so it is the soundtrack to the end of my pregnancy and the tumultuous, exhausting, and thrilling months that followed her birth. I barely kept my shit together enough to hold the camera steady.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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