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“Final Destination,” 2014. David Hilliard

Viewfinder | A Series of Life-in-Slow-Motion Shots

Time seems to elapse slowly in front of David Hilliard’s lens. With his multipaneled photographs — diptychs and triptychs of both real and fictional experiences — he manipulates the present, past and future so that time seems to unfold in slow motion. He thrives on extending poignant moments and looping narratives, such as awkward teenage confrontation (“Game On”) or that sense of trouble in the air that comes with crossing paths with unfriendly strangers and their equally unfriendly dogs (“Rain Came”). His pacing in this series, recently published in a poetic monograph called “What Could Be” ($50, Minor Matters Books), transports the viewer to the photographer’s perspective, making each moment feel like we were actually there.

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Day 20, One Night Stand, College AU

Takes place directly after this and a few weeks before this.  The full College AU list is here. 


Haruka walked her to the door of her apartment, and delicately touched her on the shoulder. “Michiru, I had a really good time. I know it’s not your usual thing, but I hope you did too. I appreciate all you’ve done for Mina, helping her with French.”



“It’s no matter at all, Haruka, it’s very common in my circles to help the less fortunate.” She unlocked the door, but kept looking at Haruka. She was beneath her, admittedly, but also there was nothing else she’d rather see but Haruka, beneath her. And in any case she was sure Mina would require her to have sealed the deal to keep her secret.



“Would you like to come inside for a cup of coffee?” Her voice was honeyed and rich, smooth as a piece of tiramisu, and Haruka could not resist, despite the lateness of the hour.

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