PHOTO COURTESY OF DANNY COLE
Illusion, Manipulation and Sleight of Hand
The life of a magician’s assistant
Stacey Suarez never set out to be a magician’s assistant. It just kind of happened that way.
When Brains Go Bad
I’m already pretending I have most of these diseases
The MindŐs Eye
The Mind's Eye
The Art Is Getting Away
I was a teenage tagger. My high school was administered by lapdogs of the dark prince. The only logical way to deal with them was to grab a fat-tipped marker and write a three-, four- or five-letter moniker, probably with the word "one" tacked on to the end (BEARONE, for example). The adults hated graffiti more than anything.