in Miami we have two seasons. hot as fuck. and hot.
other places have seasons. four clear, external markers of change and impermanence.
heartache in that hot, heavy summer. cutting your hair and cutting ties when leaves changes in the fall.
Ellen and I met the day before this at a show in Paris. i’ve loved her work since forever and, as a person, she makes life a party. she was like “let’s have a shoot for fun in your hotel room” ✨I love women like her: adventurous, spontaneous, rebellious, kind.