Sometimes I feel a little like the city has done me over, overwhelmed me for the last. Feeling all feisty and calling everyone I know to say, "I'm moving outta this place" or, my personal favorite, "you'll never believe what I just saw happen on the subway". I swear all around that I'll move because the rent is too high and I can't stand to see one more indecent exposure on the F train after dark.
Days like;
You're rushing to work, because you've overslept. It's the middle of the work week but Friday feels like a day that will just never come. Exhausted, you run out of your apartment; hair still wet, eyebrows uneven, "where the hell did I put my phone" style. You've stayed up all night, maybe cranking out the deadline you've been avoiding, maybe arguing with your betrothed, or is it that you drank a little too much of the fool-aid, Tuesday turn-up style? Either way, all you know is that, you're in a rush, late for the 9am meeting, and. . .
The L train is down.
It's almost like the subway stopped working, just for you. You run to catch a cab and spill your iced chai latte all over yourself. Another Wednesday, gone awry. You missed the deadline even though you stayed up all night writing, your betrothed calls and says he wants to move out, you're hungover and "just can't even". The strap on your shoe breaks, now you need to wear flip flops in the rain. Why the fuck do days like these need to happen?
Because,
without them, we wouldn't be able to experience days like these.
Like this one, right here, that I get to share with you and can look back on years later to say to myself, "Damn, I really did live a little or a lot".
It's the next morning and you wake up early, feeling brand new.
The sun is shining, the hills are alive, you're skipping to the L train, and it's waiting just for you.
Your boss calls you in, they've read your article; you're not the resident how-to girl anymore. They want to give you a raise.
Your lover calls, he wants you back, if you're a bird, I'm a bird.
And the shoes? Well, you already have enough of those.
Take some time, slow it down, look around you.
Photographed by Spencer Kohn
Days like;
You're rushing to work, because you've overslept. It's the middle of the work week but Friday feels like a day that will just never come. Exhausted, you run out of your apartment; hair still wet, eyebrows uneven, "where the hell did I put my phone" style. You've stayed up all night, maybe cranking out the deadline you've been avoiding, maybe arguing with your betrothed, or is it that you drank a little too much of the fool-aid, Tuesday turn-up style? Either way, all you know is that, you're in a rush, late for the 9am meeting, and. . .
The L train is down.
It's almost like the subway stopped working, just for you. You run to catch a cab and spill your iced chai latte all over yourself. Another Wednesday, gone awry. You missed the deadline even though you stayed up all night writing, your betrothed calls and says he wants to move out, you're hungover and "just can't even". The strap on your shoe breaks, now you need to wear flip flops in the rain. Why the fuck do days like these need to happen?
Because,
without them, we wouldn't be able to experience days like these.
Like this one, right here, that I get to share with you and can look back on years later to say to myself, "Damn, I really did live a little or a lot".
It's the next morning and you wake up early, feeling brand new.
The sun is shining, the hills are alive, you're skipping to the L train, and it's waiting just for you.
Your boss calls you in, they've read your article; you're not the resident how-to girl anymore. They want to give you a raise.
Your lover calls, he wants you back, if you're a bird, I'm a bird.
And the shoes? Well, you already have enough of those.
Take some time, slow it down, look around you.
Wearing Frankies Bikinis Poppys One Piece from Urban Outfitters / Allison Collection Kimono and Shorts / Kelsi Dagger Sandals.
Makeup by Reginald Raphael
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