Travel

San Francisco July 2016

March 6, 2017

I tend to always bookend any trips to California with quality time in San Francisco, and the last time I visited the States was no exception. Back in July I was lucky enough to enjoy just over a week in the Bay before flying home to London, getting to see my family and friends and explore the city, as well as hustle a little…

I’ve written before about my love of Amtrak; the beatnik side of me just adores the opportunity for reflection and observation. There’s something remarkably soothing about the trip up to SF from LA, full of epic views and curious characters.

*Roadside Views*

IMG_7498

IMG_7499

*Champagne on the Train. Amtrak in style*

amtrak

One of the biggest highlights of my last days in SF was getting to meet local legend Dan the Automator and interview him for Wax Poetics at the top of Dolores Park. It was my first time meeting Dan, and such an honour. My buddy Z came through with some very impressive recording equipment, and shooting by the Park’s ‘Gay Beach’ corner allowed an epic panorama of San Francisco as our backdrop. The wind was definitely working against us, which with my mane was a challenge for sure! But, it was so cool to hear Dan’s stories and insights, and I’m super happy with how the final video came out – shout out to the homie DJ Matman for the dope edit! After the shoot we got pizza and drinks at local favourite Pizzeria Delfina – so delicious and definitely worth a visit.

*Behind the scenes*

sf161

DanGrainy2Dan Grainy

Watch the interview below!

*Me and Dan*

dan

*The iconic and inspiring Women’s Building in the Mission*

sf

*My cousin’s very cute birthday cake*

Processed with VSCO with p5 preset

*Prince Paul spinning 45s at The Uptown in Oakland*

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

Another highlight of my final sojourn in SF was catching Hieroglyphics play Stern Grove. Dan the Automator was DJing before, and managed to sneak me backstage so that I was able to hang with him and Hiero there. I enjoyed drinking copious amounts of high-grade sake, riding around on milk-float-esque carts, and meeting Del the Funkee Homosapien and Davey D for the first time.  Afterwards we got ice-cream and hit a dive bar for a pool tournament in the Sunset District. Very cool memories.

*Beautiful NorCal trees at Stern Grove. Such a cool hidden spot I had never been to before.*

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

I couldn’t wait to hit up the newly reopened SFMoMA, I always love to spend a few hours there when in town. Such a treat. The Miranda July & Harrell Fletcher Learning to Love You More room was my favourite part this time.

*Reflections at the MoMA*

moma

*Embarcadero at night on 4th July*

Processed with VSCO with c1 preset

*Leaving Cali Bluez. Nothing quite like rounding off a long trip by gazing out at the runway, sipping on a glass of wine and reflecting on the time gone by.*

bye

*Living life in the window seat. Always.*

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

Los Angeles June 2016

February 26, 2017

After visiting NYC in June last year, I bopped back to the West Coast and enjoyed a couple of weeks hustling and catching up with friends in LA. Here are some photos from that time .. Enjoy!

*After staying at Shutters on the Beach back in 2014, having lunch with Michael Sheehy there has become somewhat of a tradition.*

shutters

*I just love it out by Santa Monica and Venice. Whenever the skies are grey I think of Neil Young’s classic On The Beach.*

*I stayed for a week up in the Hollywood Hills and got to enjoy this glorious view each morning*

IMG_7612

*Breakfast on the deck*

Processed with VSCO with c1 preset

*Hanging out at Christian Audigier’s dreamy ranch in Topanga*

IMG_7703

IMG_7704

IMG_7653

IMG_7663

IMG_7636

IMG_7633 (1)

*Delicious Vinyl HQ on Sunset Boulevard*

IMG_7765

*Me & J-Lockett*

Processed with VSCO with b1 preset

*Me & Fat-Leezy*

Processed with VSCO with g3 preset

Frybros Photography Summer 2016

February 7, 2017

The late-June heat was starting to pick up and I was listening to “Ecstasy” by the Ohio Players on repeat. Staying with my dear friend Teru in Mid City, whom I miss now. Afternoon wine hazes and regular trips over to Delicious Pizza. I can still smell the 7Eleven across the street.

It was a Saturday afternoon that I met up with the amazing Matt Fry before I left LA. We talked and shot pictures in the still afternoon light for hours, before hitting Shintaro in Hollywood for sake and delicious Japanese food. The Cure were playing at the Hollywood Bowl that night, so the streets and traffic were even busier than usual. A magical energy buzzed through the warm evening air like iridescent dragonflies scudding emerald waters.

Below are three photos from the shoot; I love the way that they capture a certain mood.

fry1

fry2

fry3

New York 2016

September 4, 2016

Back in June I was lucky enough to spend a week exploring and hustling in New York. I stayed with my wonderful friend Heather in her beautiful apartment in the West Village and had a rather magical time. How can you not fall in love with NYC?

IMG_7227

I flew to New York from Los Angeles with a connection at Raleigh-Durham in North Carolina. It’s funny to think of all the places we go through but never really go to. It makes me think of those times in life, periods of transition where the focus is on the future rather than the present. Just passing through.

That said, I do love killing time in airports. It’s like a carte blanche to pause, reflect and window-gaze. Plus I’ve made some of my best friends through chance airport encounters (Lauren and Jesse I’m looking at you ;) ).

IMG_7069

 ~Runway reverie~

IMG_7074

~Red Eye View~

IMG_7085

~Greeted on arrival with champagne and a long-overdue catch-up~

IMG_7110

~The street I stayed on, the prettiest part of town~

IMG_7445

IMG_7455

~West Village Selfies~

IMG_7120

IMG_7157

~The Highline~

IMG_7187

An absolute highlight of my trip was getting to chill with Prince Paul and chop it up for Wax Poetics! We filmed a little interview on somebody’s stoop in Greenwich Village, and in keeping with tradition grabbed pizza afterwards on Bleecker Street :)

~Outtakes~

AQ6A4436AQ6A4437

 ~Wax Po Interview~

~Cymande playing Summer Stage in Central Park!~

IMG_4445

~I’ll never forget hearing “Willy’s Headache” live <3~

~Washington Square Park~

IMG_7258

One day I made it out to Brooklyn to visit the homie Andre Torres at the Genius HQ in Gowanus, and while over in BK hit up The Wythe Hotel to enjoy that famous view across to Manhattan…

IMG_7336

~No-no-no-Notorious!~

IMG_7335

~First time at The Lincoln Center seeing Swan Lake~

IMG_7365

~Soaking up some sun by the SoHo House pool on my last day~

IMG_7458

~Flying JFK 2 LAX a la Gang Starr~

IMG_7466

IMG_7474

IMG_7496

Time Waits For No One

July 2, 2016

‘Time waits for no one’ sang the Rolling Stones. And it won’t wait for me.

Processed with VSCO with b1 preset

Time often passes by much more quickly than one would like it to, especially during those times when we would like it to stretch out and last forever like the long summer holidays you have as a kid. My recent weeks in Los Angeles have somewhat flown by, though, there is plenty to reflect on and be grateful for. Here are just a selection of photos and memories …

~Taking classes at Studio 4~

IMG_7051

~For memorial day I headed out to Malibu with my friends Denisse, Nanna, and Rick, which was all giggles and hot tubs, long drives and pier lights at night. I just love being by the ocean and driving through the stunning Santa Monica mountains; it is so exceptionally beautiful out there.~

Processed with VSCO with p5 preset Processed with VSCO with f2 preset Processed with VSCO with f2 preset Processed with VSCO with f2 preset Processed with VSCO with g3 presetProcessed with VSCO with c1 presetIMG_6932

~Santa Monica Pier~

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

~Palm trees in Franklin Village~

IMG_6997

~Poolside in Hollywood~

IMG_6941 IMG_7037

~Me on the Mama Shelter rooftop, photographed by the homie Mekael Dawson~

IMG_7049

Anyhow, I’m working on trying to enjoy my time and worry less about the speed at which it passes …

 

 

LA Daze

May 29, 2016

Palm trees in the wind and pizza by the slice. Catching up with old friends under cloudy skies. Writing by blue swimming pools and pink sunsets behind the hills of Hollywood. Oh Los Angeles, since getting to you earlier this month, time has been flying by too fast.  I’m feeling very lucky to be spending time with some of my favourite people out here, because conversing and laughing with like-minded souls is the best.

~Stunning views from The Getty~

IMG_6828

Music-wise, I’ve been listening to my very talented friends Nanna B and Jansport J, as well as a little Neil Young :)

I’ve loved helping out at some Delicious Vinyl events while in town, including the WAX record fair at Capitol Records and Boom Yard LA at Delicious Pizza.

~Me selling merch at Boom Yard LA @ Delicious Pizza~

IMG_6680

 ~Capitol Records~

IMG_6745

 

~Limited Edition Ol’ Dirty Bastard Vinyl~

IMG_6754

A couple of weeks ago I enrolled at Studio4 LA, James Franco’s film and acting school here, so have been taking some classes over in North Hollywood. I also attended a really awesome ‘Intuitive Actor’ workshop at SoHo with Todd Savvas at SoHo House, and have been dabbling in a real mix of yoga classes out here. After meeting the gorgeous Millana Snow in West Hollywood, I attended a poolside yoga class with Serene Social at the Standard Hotel on Sunset. A friend also introduced me to Black Market Yoga in Hollywood (where you can flow to Tom Waits!), and most recently I’ve been hitting up the Y7 Studio on Melrose for their hip-hop scored vinyasa classes.

~Chillin’ by the pool post-yoga~

IMG_6634

~Santa Monica Sunset~

IMG_6714

 

Sailing On

May 6, 2016

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

At the start of last week I had the pleasure of interviewing one of my favourite human beings and probably one of the most influential musicians of all time. George Clinton, the inimitable force behind the P-Funk juggernaut and a bonafide hero to many. Clinton is a dream to chat to, and I can’t wait to share our conversation with my write up real soon.

Since our interview I’ve been listening to a nice little mix of Smokey Robinson, Kendrick Lamar, Sly Stone, and Parliament (of course…).

I’ve also been listening to Deru’s “1979: Remixed” and a sweet little mix City Pop Vol. 2 that dropped on Wax Poetics:

~Ridiculous car in the Marina~

Processed with VSCO with b1 preset

I hit up Laughing Lotus Yoga on 16th St last Thursday and would definitely recommend going – the pranayama and sweet tea felt hella good :)  One of my favourite thrift stores in the city is Crossroads Trading by Church & Market, and on this trip I managed to pick up a vintage Missoni dress (pictured below) and some vintage Marni wedges for a song. There is also a cute cafe super close by called Church Street Cafe which I often stop at to write, and recommend if in the area.

~Bathroom selfie on Saturday night~

Processed with VSCO with p5 preset

On Saturday I hopped around a few parties with friends and got to see a really neat hotel called The Phoenix . It reminded me of the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs with it’s super retro US motel vibe.

~The Phoenix pool~

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

I also got to visit a pretty dope house nicknamed ‘The Starship’ which was used as a location for HBO’s Silicon Valley.

~View from The Starship’s roof terrace~

Processed with VSCO with c1 preset

On Sunday I got to go out sailing around Marin which was super beautiful and a lot of fun. The waters were royal blue and the local wine flowed. We stopped off at Tiburon and Angel Island, before heading to a spot called Fish in Sausalito for dinner (luckily they serve salad ;) ). I just love how the fog envelops the land like something from science fiction when it rolls in at dusk.

~View from the water back to San Francisco~

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

~Angel Island~

Processed with VSCO with p5 preset

 ~Party on a boat~

Processed with VSCO with g3 preset

~Sausalito~

IMG_6429

 ~Fog coming for Sausalito~

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

As we sailed back to San Francisco through the dusky purple fog, fittingly listening to lots of vintage Prince, I found myself very nostalgic thinking about the first time I visited California with my family. I was 16 and remember taking the ferry to Sausalito one day, eating ice-cream by the water and being so excited about it all. I thought about all that had happened in my life since (a decade sounds rather epic, doesn’t it?) and how most of it I would have never predicted back then. It’s a funny feeling, a sort of culmination of energies and emotions, at once appreciative of it all though somehow there’s a sadness to it. To feel happy and sad at the same time, and that life is short but long too in many ways. It is quite amazing how all these feelings exist simultaneously. There are so many facets within us to experience that it is really rather staggering to contemplate.

~Embarcadero~

Processed with VSCO with g3 preset

~The Ferry Building. Time waits for no man~

Processed with VSCO with g3 preset

Back to the Bay

April 19, 2016

I have so much love for Northern California. Each time I come back here I am struck by the unique beauty of the landscape. Towering trees with the deepest green leaves, awkward hills, azure skies, and curious fog soothe the heart and mind like nothing else. I flew back here last week and so far have mostly been catching up with family and friends, and exploring the city a little…

~Me before takeoff~

Me before takeoff

~Golden Gate Bridge from the sky~

Golden Gate Bridge from the Sky

~Angel Island~

Angel Island

~Market Street~

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

The weather took a beautiful turn the past few days, so it’s been all about parks. I hit up Golden Gate Park on Saturday, feeling super calm and happy just to be there, and then chilled out on Dolores Park on Sunday for a pretty different vibe. Last time I was in SF, the park was being completely dug up, so it was good to see it back in swing. Dolores Park is like London Fields in the summer, but it feels quirkier and more entertaining. You get intermittent whiffs of barbeques and joints, sounds of champagne corks popping, and endless overheard conversations relaying gossip and dissecting therapy sessions. I love it.

~Golden Gate Park~

Processed with VSCO with p5 preset

~Amoeba on Record Store Day ~

Processed with VSCO with c1 preset

~Wax Poetics looking super fresh inside Amoeba!~

Processed with VSCO with g3 preset

~Me in Dolores Park on a hot-hot day~

Processed with VSCO with t1 preset

I’ve been hitting up my favourite yoga studio in SF, Yoga To The People , at 16th St & Mission. It’s on the fifth floor and has such great views of the city. It’s also all donation-based, so not super expensive like some spots, which, seems to be much more in line with the spirit of yoga to me.

I also discovered a new vintage shop called Wallflower on Valencia that I love and recommend checking out. It has a great selection of well curated seventies clothes and furnishings. Fly!

~Wallflower~

Processed with VSCO with f2 preset

 

I caught the Dam Funk show at 1015 Folsom on Friday which was tons of fun. It was my first time seeing The Whooligan from Soulection play, and he totally rocked the basement room.

~Dam Funk going in~

 ~Me about to head to the club~

Processed with VSCO with t1 preset

For an interview that was due to take place last week (yet to be re-scheduled, I’ll announce it once it happens ;) ), I spent some time researching Bay Area funk bands, so have been listening to Graham Central Station on repeat since. Right now this is my jam:

I’ve also been listening to a ton of G-Funk since I finally got around to watching Straight Outta Compton on the plane. I love the scene where they play out the release of Ice Cube’s “No Vaseline.” I didn’t rush to see it when it came out because I felt weird when I first saw the trailer (something about actors playing people who are still alive), but now definitely recommend watching it! Mega props to F. Gary Gray! Hip-hop nerd fact: Gray directed a ton of great hip-hop music videos before feature films like Friday, including the Masta Ace video for “Saturday Nite Live.” Shout out to my DV crew!

While wandering about I’ve been thinking about the many charms of San Francisco; how there are so many epochs to feel nostalgic for. One walk through the city can evoke so many different moods and feelings: you get a view across the water to Marin County and want to be attending a seventies cocktail party like something out of Play It Again Sam, or walk past a smoke shop to hear E40 playing and want to be at a Mac Dre party in Oakland, or you can walk around Haight Ashbury (just look past all the touristy trash) and wonder what it really was like to be a freewheeling Grateful Dead head back in the day. It’s like the Digital Underground song “Want It All” – which is about the wanting, not the having. Cities like this stimulate your imagination and trigger so many desires. But, of course, you can’t ‘have it all’ in the sense of living different lives simultaneously.

To this predicament I see three answers.

The first is summed up towards the end of Jim Jarmusch’s Ghost Dog, where Ghost Dog states that it is impossible to return to the spirit of an age, and therefore we must embrace the present time’s spirit.

The other two thoughts are from my recent time in India:

If you believe in reincarnation, then all these different lives are either ones you have already lived or ones that are to come.

Or, if you contemplate how we already have everything in the universe within ourselves, any longings or desires can dissipate or transform into a truer feeling of peace. All the ideas, images, concepts etc, exist within your mind. Anything you can dream is already within you. Pretty dope huh?

~ Wisdom from Dog Eared Books in The Mission ~

Processed with VSCO with b1 preset

Paris, October 2015

October 10, 2015

Last weekend I took a little trip to Paris for my birthday. I went there solo, stayed in the 18th arrondissement, and had the most magical time.

Me on the train …

Me on the Eurostar

Song of my trip : Jefferson Airplane “Today”

On the Sunday morning I went to the Hotel Amour on the Rue Navarin for breakfast (see below) and got chatting to the most fascinating woman next to me named Bernarda. Upon first glance I had assumed she were French, reading Le Parisian with such Gallic style, but as soon as we began talking I could hear her wonderful mix of American and Franco tones. It turned out that she had grown up in New York, and moved to San Francisco in 1968. Can you imagine? A time when you could hitch-hike around the country and when people really believed in positive change to come.

Hotel Amour

The weather was beautiful, so I spent most of the afternoon enjoying the Autumn sunshine the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont. It was my first time there, and felt stuck by how different the landscape is to the other, more manicured, parks in Paris that I had seen before. The nature feels more overgrown and wild in Buttes-Chaumont, and made me yearn for Yosemite in California. Right now I am reading Jack Kerouac’s Big Sur, which likely magnified my impulse towards some sort of earthy and celestial connection with the world.

IMG_4208

IMG_4209

IMG_4210

IMG_4211

IMG_4212

Upon a friend’s recommendation I then went to Le Comptoir General just by the canal. It is a very cool and well-curated spot with exotic, laid-back interiors. I was there on a Sunday afternoon, and would like to go back at night next time.

Back in Montmartre on Sunday night I met a young photographer who took a few pictures of me as I sat on the Rue des Abbesses writing. I learned a new phrase “parentheses,” which similar to the grammatical context means a moment that is inserted within, but separate to, the bigger story. A unique pocket of time. I like the sentiment a lot.

IMG_4213

The next morning I went to Bernarda’s for breakfast of coffee and bread with honey. She showed me her incredible apartment in the 10th arrondissement and we continued to chat about our Paris, London, San Francisco, a shared love of film, and to share life stories. It was remarkable that we had only met 24 hours previously.

I then sat and wrote at Les Deux Magots for part of the afternoon, before exploring Saint Germain des Pres in the rain. I passed the Cinema Etoile, and remembered seeing the brilliant Portuguese film Tabu there in 2012.

IMG_4148

It turned out I left my hat at Bernarda’s, and so returned to the 10th to collect it. This time her husband was home, and the three of us sat drinking tea, laughing and discussing John William Waterhouse, happiness, atheism, and family ties. It was all very unexpected and wonderful.

That evening I went for dinner at Buvette in Pigalle – a delightful spot I recommend whole-heartedly – and got chatting to a writer (and fellow vegetarian) from Boston named Diane. We talked about creative processes and travel, and she let me try some of her Croque Forestier. We parted ways on the Rue Henry Monnier, and I hope we reconnect when I one day get to Boston.

IMG_4173

On my last day (Tuesday) I explored Montmartre and visited my favourite vintage boutique Chine Machine. I found some vintage YSL flats for $12 as well as a Maison Margiela blazer for $45.

On the Rue Des Martyrs I somehow got talking to a charming gentleman who asked to take my picture. He wore a tweed jacket and possessed a very unique aura and way of asking questions. He asked what I did in life and we talked about both being writers. He turned out to be Francois-Marie Banier, the notable Parisian photographer, novelist and bon vivant. I feel incredibly honoured to have had my photo taken by him, and hope to one day see the images.

A glorious twist of fate rounded off my trip, as a friend I made at Washington Dulles airport in 2011 got to Paris a few hours before I was due to leave. Lauren: a magnetic free-spirit from Pittsburgh who I hadn’t seen in nearly 5 years. I busted a move on the metro to meet her at her hotel in the 7th arrondissement (so exhilarating), and we enjoyed strong cocktails while catching up. I love that lady – so fun, ambitious, and dreamy – and hope it isn’t another five years before our next rendez-vous. The perfect end to a magical trip.

IMG_4193

Summer Camp Love

February 16, 2015

I was recently drinking with a friend in a small wine bar in East London, when the conversation turned to long summers. My friend had worked a couple of summer camp stints in America on the East Coast, and recounted the experience all rather fondly.

Hearing his memories reminded me of the time I met a kid called Peaches on a plane from London to New York in 2012. We were sat next to each other, and as the plane prepared for take off we began chatting a little about why we were both travelling solo to NYC. I was attending a music conference at NYU and also linking up with various friends and music heads in the city; a nice mix of work and play. His stakes were a little higher however. He told me how he was visiting his girlfriend who lived there, a girl who he met working the summer with Camp America. He seemed a little nervous and continued to explain that the girl had no idea he was coming. He was flying out to surprise her and propose.

Our conversation then was fuelled by young idealistic affirmations about shooting for dreams, taking risks, and following your heart. When we arrived and went our separate ways in New York, I told Peaches to email me and let me know what she said. It was right at the end of my trip and just before I flew home that I saw an elated message in my inbox, telling me that she had in fact said yes. (!)

I managed to keep in touch with Peaches a little after, and when I found myself back in NYC auditioning for the New School in 2013, we met up in the Lower East Side for cheesecake. It was so cool to see my plane-acquaintance again, this time a snapshot of a newlywed expat living in Brooklyn. I truly wish him and his wife all the beauty in life.

I felt inspired by Peaches’ courage and story to write a little sketch, imagining his headspace just before I met him (with plenty of creative license..).

In the spirit of it just being Valentines weekend, I thought I would share it here .. Enjoy!

*

scl

Summer Camp Love 

Conspiring with the Stars to turn Desire into Divinity

Floor to ceiling glass windows, yellow signs, and wide leather seats sitting unoccupied were the rudiments of Gate 25. The stillness and underlying implication of great movement in this limbo only magnifying Sam’s feeling of space and impending uncertainty.

His mind was filled with pressing thoughts, and yet, he felt strangely put at ease and calm by the vastness of the stripped back setting, as he stood amongst the laissez-faire few boarding the Boeing 402 to New York’s John F. Kennedy airport at last call.

His reason for nearly missing the flight was pure, characteristic distraction. As the flights filing had begun, he had become mesmerized by the movements of aeroplanes and memories of just a few months previous. Summer’s perpetual haunting. Those glassy blue eyes stared out at the runway, as the projector of his memory began to flicker and spin; a private screening for one of what had become his favourite screenplay.

“We would like to invite our Sky Platinum passengers at this time…”

-He thought of the time he first noticed that thick ebony hair, of how it bounced, how he saw that she had three studs in her ear, two in the lower lobe and a ring up top. Remembering how the gymnasium had smelt of varnish that afternoon and how he had felt as though he were back at his first day of university again. This time in a parallel life where he might have been born in Illinois, Idaho, or New Jersey, not a sleepy town in Surrey. To a nuclear family with a mother who wore oven mitts and lay apple pies to cool on windowsills, and a father who talked about ‘the company’ and called him ‘sport’-

“And now we would like to extend this welcome to Sky Privilege…”

-He thought of that awful ice-breaker they played where you had to go round the circle and alliterate an adjective with your name, how his mind blanked as it neared his turn, and when he was up, all he could muster was “Silly Sam.”

But then he remembered that late afternoon  when walking back to his dorm, the orange sky and  how she, appearing as if from nowhere on that dusty path that only camp advisors used as a shortcut, passed him and in that honeyed drawl simply said “Silly Sam.” Simultaneously his stomach sank and his heart had leapt. For some reason she remembered, and wanted him to know. The ebony haired girl named Kyla.

“And now Sky Premium passengers in Zone 1, we would like to welcome you on board…”

-Catching her eyes across the bonfire, flickers of attraction and glimmers of hope reflected on her face in the warm, smoky glow. In that look he felt the moments that were to come: fiery sensations as fingers touch, the heady smell of burnt wood, giggles in the darkness, and all the stars of the New Jersey night sky conspiring with them to turn desire into divinity.

“We thank you for your patience with the boarding process, and would now like to invite zones 2 and 3 to board the aircraft”

-He thought about the little notes that she would leave for him from time to time. In his pockets, under his pillow. From one advisor to another. The sky lost colour at the idea that he should ever stop finding them. He wanted to be eighty years old, reach into his thinning corduroys for a pair of reading spectacles, and pull out a shaky scrawl: “From one to another.”

“And now we would like to extend our warm welcome to zone 4.”

-He recalled that one morning, humid before the summer rainclouds broke, when one of the kids had received bad news about a parent and was called home. The little girl had been in Kyla’s group, and, he had fallen in love in a way entirely new to him as he watched Kyla comfort that little girl. Bringing forth a glimmer of a smile through salty cheeks and a glistening philtrum with her calming tones and innate maternal instincts. Before he knew any better, he had imagined that she must have had plenty of siblings herself.

“Zone 5. We ask that all passengers seated in our final boarding zone would now have their passports and boarding cards out ready to board the flight.”

-The long summer days initially lay stretched before him like the deep ocean with no land in sight; an eternity of campfires, dorm parties, dragonflies, and rich kids. But in those final weeks he felt the days slipping through his fingers as the waters of time took his memories like silt to lie on the bank of his past. The more he fixated on their impending departure, the sooner it came upon him. Two tender souls brought together by Summer humidity and Passion’s smoke, soft, peachy tissue bonds savagely ripped apart by booked flights, enrolment, and Fall.

“Final call for passengers joining us on Flight 402 to New York’s John F Kennedy airport”

-Thinking of that pleasing smile, he felt a reassuring conviction to be in the open airport lounge. Upon hearing that terse final call, he fumbled in his duffel coat pocket and pulled out the butterscotch brown velvet box for one last look. A modest diamond eye winked out at him, and his spirit swelled. He hastily secured it back in his inner coat pocket, reached for his passport and crumpled ticket, and set out to write out his sequel.

“Your boarding pass, please.”

All rights reserved © Alice Price-Styles · Theme by Blogmilk + Coded by Brandi Bernoskie