Author Archives: Larissa Archer

Blinded by the Light

I didn’t choose that title for another of my articles in the Christmas issue of New York Moves magazine, but that’s what they named it. Several editorial changes were made, to which I objected noisily, but I included the piece … Continue reading

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In Defense of Vanity

I know, I know, I’ve been a bad, bad blogger, but I have a good excuse, which is that I’ve been spending all my time studying the art of classical acting and the thea-tah. Instead of dutifully keeping the world … Continue reading

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Another Rejected Article!

My magazine editor recently offered me the “Rant” section of the issue, basically free rein to, well, rant, on anything I choose. I wrote an article that he handed back to me, declining to publish it. Our conversation went thus: … Continue reading

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To Whom it May Concern,

I am issuing a public plea, an appeal, if you will, to the hearts of my readers as a last humble effort to obtain the support I need to follow my dreams. Sometimes I get a sneaking suspicion that acting … Continue reading

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New York’s Historic Second Avenue Deli is Now a Chase Manhattan Bank.

…the very means by which oustanding success declines makes the process doubly destructive to cities….For some reason, banks, insurance companies and prestige offices are consistently the most voracious double destroyers in this way. Look to see where banks or insurance … Continue reading

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Britblog II

So, yes, I was in London for 10 days recently, where I auditioned and was accepted at the Central School for Speech and Drama for their MA program in classical acting. Woo-Hoo! In addition to my elation at the prospect … Continue reading

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Brit Blog

…a great city is a kind of labyrinth within which at every moment of the day the most hidden wishes of every human being are performed by people who devote their whole existences to doing this and nothing else. Along … Continue reading

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Things That Give Me Hideously Vivid Nightmares, Chapter One

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On Wretchedness

An interesting, disturbing dialogue has commenced amongst several of my thoughtful blogger friends, Odious, Jack, and Kate, on the subject of, well, wretchedness: Why and when one is most susceptible to it (or, blessedly, not), how one attempts to keep … Continue reading

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My Rejected Article

So some of you know that I’m writing for a trendy New York glossy these days (well, if it were more popular, it would be “trendy;” at this stage it’s merely aspiring to trendiness). They have commissioned several articles from … Continue reading

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