MOIETY WAS THE SALT IN THE SEAWARD BREEZE. IT WAS THE SMELL OF SHAMPOO IN A STRANGER’S HAIR. IT WAS THE SWEAT IN YOUR EYES, THE HOLE IN YOUR NEIGHBOR’S FENCE, THE UNEVEN SIDEWALK THAT TRIPS YOU ON YOUR WAY TO WORK. IT WAS DEEP IN THE WOODS, IT WAS ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE, IT WAS ON THE HIGHWAY SEVERAL HUNDRED MILES AWAY. IT HAD SEX IN THE MORNING, WADED IN WATER, WORE CHAP STICK, AND DIDN'T LIKE TO HEAR THE SAME JOKE TWICE. IF YES WAS AN OPTION MOIETY DIDN'T SAY NO. MOIETY NEVER BROUGHT A CELL PHONE TO A DINNER PARTY BECAUSE IT HAD NO USE THERE. DANCING WAS MOIETY'S  REPLY  WHEN  ASKED  WHAT  SHALL  WE  DO  TONIGHT.


thank you to all who enjoyed and/or loathed moiety. we were a project put forth by the men, women and other behind LANNINGSMITH STUDIO. we look forward to presenting you with our latest project, THE SCREW - a new perspective in hospitality.

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