A couple weekends ago, Lauren and I took Nasty Gal for a spin around our very own hood; Brooklyn, remember that.
From one Brooklyn eatery to the nearest cheese shop, around the corner to our favorite brunch spot, then along Bedford for a stroll and something spiked on the rocks.
I share my love for Brooklyn with you guys, every day. It's not
that this is the place of my becoming;
if the walls of my bodega could talk,
how many times I've cried on the stoop, laughed my ass off on the fire escape,
lost keys, a phone (or two), my mind, love.
Found them all, again.
And finally, found
If life is a ride, Brooklyn has been the roller coaster of my entire twenties.
Photos by Scott Brasher