henry & kyle swallowed roses, and we collected caroline with the coco chanel. the four of us walked to the botans. henry was posing. kyle was posing. i promised to hide the camera, but later pulled it out under the guise of wanting to photograph a statue of a tongue. kira and sara and anna came and anna and i sipped tequila and powdery 60s sundrink. we washed it down with margaritas and chips at the applebees on fordham road. the night commenced on linnea’s roof at sundown proper. we danced until our feet were black.