It’s finally a bit quiet in New York.
I wrote Bikini Baby last year and so enjoyed the trip down memory lane. Childhood water parks, summer rain storms, Quicksilver and Roxy rash guards purchased from the Woodbury Commons outlets sprinkle my memory like Dippin’ Dots.
I am so fortunate for these summer memories. I can close my eyes now and feel it. I’m 7, my older brother is stealing Oyster crackers from Jordan’s Lobster in Island Park. I tell my younger brother to meet me by the Lobster tanks. Where the lobsters swim their way to surface, their claws red and wrapped with bright blue rubber bands.
In my memory, I’m cracking up. Likely pissing my board shorts and running amok with my brothers. And no doubt, wearing a bikini.
I want to set the scene for us more. In fact, snack on this playlist before you continue scrolling:
Yesterday I researched the suit Sharon Tate wore here. It has long been on my wishlist. It’s too expensive for me to buy. The following is some more Bikini Related Research. To run in, to laugh in, to inspire: Reader beware, it’s Wet Hot:
(Bag purchased from eBay. Influenced by
’s own).
Top Gem Wear. Bikini Frankies. Glasses Oakley. Shoes On Running.
Bikini top my friend’s new brand AMÉLOTT. Naughty perfect cotton EDL tee. Shorts Bandit running.
It’s July now. 30 minutes ago there was a quick storm that glazed the sidewalks. The color gray was so beautiful. Reflective but only temporal. Almost shiny.
Young, my mother used to take us to Aquariums in the summer. I can feel it like I did then. The back of a stingray suddenly gentle. Gray, shiny, slippery.
All of it, beautiful beneath my fingers. Like a memory.
Suddenly, I need to rewatch Blue Crush
really loving this piece!! 🙏🏻