SMOKING CIGARS IN THE DUSKY NIGHT...INSOMNIA RIPE

Spoke to my mother today, who told me that I have been prone to these incongruent spells of terrible sadness that last a week or two, ever since childhood...but I always forget that.

I booked a ticket to go home at the end of July. My mother is getting remarried, which is cool... hell, it's time for another wedding and now there are charming little nephews who will be excited by the celebration.

I need to go home for a bit longer this time...11 days. I need that cold Pacific ocean to wash over my skin and to reconnect to my tribe.

I found a cigar hidden away in a drawer and couldn't control my desire to smoke in the dark while editing an article on menswear from the shows that ran in Milan last weekend.

This is the mood that causes poetry to be written...

I would give you something akin to this mood, but I can't find any of my newer work right now and I have to get back to menswear.

So I give you the above photo instead, shot by Shannon Brooke.