Mon 26 Jun 2006
Summer comes to Greenpoint, Miller High Life, tapenade, a lazy privilege-induced haze over people crouched behind drinks or powerbooks on some rooftop at dusk. Everyone is smooth plastic pretty and smart and someone has fresh brioche and someone else has brought Hello Kitty strawberry flavored Pocky because they just couldn’t resist. Girls trade pills from the pharmacies in their messenger bags, Old Galaxie 500 and then Band Of Horses plays from battered speakers someone brought up from their kitchen, and everyone is taking a break from working on a novel or a film or the latest Puma campaign. Someone says “we’re running low on ice, guy” and someone else says “well there was nothing else to do in Helsinki,” and people are either wearing sunglasses or designer ball caps or Chuck Taylor All Stars with no socks, and it was too hot but now it’s perfect.