Summer Love is usually so ostentatious, played out en super vivo, on dance floors, at boozy bbqs, in as little clothing as possible. This has surely gone down, as it should, but last night showed signs of substance behind the hype, of true feelings behind the hormonal frenzy. Couples rested their bones together. Gentlemen, aware, left voids in space in the perfect shape of my Ladies' hips, hair, cheekbones. Fingers intertwined with no signs of coming undone. Now that's a Brooklyn epidemic I love to see.
Live it, Ladies, and pass it on. Mua.
A note I wrote on the wall months ago that felt especially possible last night. Ignore the hater above.
Computer Love;)
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