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“The season is early, the city preternaturally mired in the tangerine of summer. The air is sticky as a rind and the daylight long and marigold. You stop to tie your shoe, the gravelly pavement hot and sharp as an iron under your bent knee. A train ambles deep below and you wonder if your stomach is rumbling. The streets taste metallic, oily, almost peppery, the crimson of cayenne on the back of your tongue.” With this text of Olivia Fialkow you are led into the first issue of Primary, which examines colour through photography and writing.