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Zoe Martinis at the hotel bar always make me want to write a novel about the strangers around me. Tonight the red leather said sit down, and I listened.
About Zoe
I spend my week deciding what deserves to be seen and my Sundays letting strangers argue with me about it. I like art that feels like a good argument—something that follows you home and keeps talking. Come by the gallery; I'll tell you the backstory, let you stand too close to a canvas, and maybe buy you a cheap glass of wine if you promise not to say 'I could do that.'
— Zoe
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