and that Al Green plays

THE HUMAN JUKEBOX from Michael Antonia on Vimeo.

me: I'm watching the flashdance and sosupersam videos and their shiny turntables make me want to be a dj.
Justin: At first I was like, “Jennifer Gray had some turntables up in her steel factory?”

racks on racks on racks on racks

a. I have such a girl crush on sosupersam.
b. hey, her outfit looks familiar - OH WAIT I WAS THERE.

speaking of racks on racks on racks:

Rack of Lamb is available at Society Fair. Get some. 

Late Friday evening. Damn near Saturday morning.

sounds like: John Newman, Childish Gambino/Twistclip/Sosupersam, and Beck.

tastes like: the new banana hazelnut cake at Society Fair. The banana cream looks vaguely of mustard. Don't tell Baker Nathan I said that. I dig the saltiness in the hazelnut buttercream. Today I watched Mark try to finish an entire slice. That was entertaining.

feels like: I'm done with this rainy winter nonsense. Bring me summer, bring me peaches, bring me beaches, Bring Me The Horizon. Oh damn, I just took it to metalcore.

smells like: Paperwhite blossoms:  the best thing about winter besides slow braised anything and long johns.

photo via midwestraised midwestliving

Tuesday afternoon

sounds like: Gangsta Luv (Mayer. Snoop. Yup.), Beach House, and SoSuperSam's Cruel Summer mixtape.  Summer. 

tastes like: green juice (kale, cantaloupe, and frozen grapes. I forgot the cilantro this morning.), We Are The Champignons moules frites from Cock and Bowl, and vanilla ice cream in a chocolate cone. Summer. 

feels like: driving with the windows down, mosquitoes biting my ankles, and sweating wherever I go. Summer. 

smells like: bug repellant/res-q, the coldness from any ice cream parlor, garlicky seafood. Summer. 

photo via Nikole Herriott