gig fits #6

june is half over and my life is moving in a way that is hard to define. i have two more weeks in the williamsburg bubble of walking to my job, walking to babys etc before i move across the river. i think i’ve been hating williamsburg this past year because despite the ultimate convenience i feel like a ghost, drifting around this orbit without being perceived in a real way. you shouldn’t have to be perceived to feel real but sometimes in New York it does feel like that sometimes.

now that i’m moving i’m finally going all the places i didn’t for a whole year before. i cut the line that wrapped around the block in order to see fernette play a sunset set on the untitled rooftop by domino park. despite it being ninety degrees two days ago i was freezing in my backless shirt. i was stuck talking to some people i didn’t want to. fernette has this otherworldly voice and unwieldy way of moving that kind feels like she is moving through water and time. i love to sink into her music.

i ran into beth and ella (one former and one current williamsburg queen), beth with a book tucked into her back pocket (you can take the girl out of ridgewood…). when beth and i met at our old respective job’s office in FW21 we loved to leave the office to go shopping. some of the best times of my life. beth was wearing baggy vintage Evisu jeans from the currently ubiquitous Moment For Life (i have been living with my vintage agnes b purse this summer, the first new bag i have bought since 2016). she was also wearing a blank tank top from a college clothing swap circa 2017, a Coming of Age bag and Camper flats. having a book in your back pocket is one of the many things you can only do as a woman and she is reading On the Calculation of Volume by Solvej Balle i loved how everything color blocked perfectly in the golden hour. Effortlessness 101.

i have been shopping lately, i have been cutting my skirts in half at the tailor. i thought this would be some influencer scam store but i got the current best fitting tank top in my closet from roome. a couple summer greys from frequency, the coolest new boutique that is refreshingly not downtown downtown. i want this little bag charm next. emily and i went to bomi on sunday and i almost left with one of these perfumes. and maybe a red earring next time.

the time has come where i have been listening to the underscores album everyday. it reminds me that this time of year can be a good thing, extremely overstimulating and magnetic, dressing younger and feeling older. i was smoking cigarettes outside of the pilgrim surf supply diy show, in the pratt sculpture park before an AA meeting, waiting for the public pools to open next week. when i move downtown you can call deux moi on me listening to the peace in my rouched skirt and intimissi tank top outside of bar oliver. and I’m just so sentimental, feel everything in my heart