As it happens, when the Cobra Snake is infront of the camera instead of behind it, overalls manifest, my heart gets warm. Sorry for stealing your pageview, I wish I hadn’t, I didn’t want to but all I am going to do is summon your ass to click this link and read a remote recap detailing the events of Midsummer with, you guessed it, my pals at Kanon last week at the Bowery Hotel in New York. I wasn’t there, which is lame but I always have something to say about everything so click me, read me, wear a flower crown. Heck, get married in it too.
Do also, by the way, feel free to interject at any moment and deliver whatever stream of consciousness or immediate internal reaction to the photographic evidence provided here, that suggests, nay, proves flower crowns, overalls and even neon pink backpacks are not gender exclusive. There’s no place like home, New York. See you soon.