"Aside from just the seasonal shift, summer brings with it a distinct sense of freedom. We feel that much looser, more open. We have our lunch breaks in the park and sneak out of work early on Fridays if we can swing it. And we figure out some kind of weekend exit strategy, no matter how improvised. When I was living on the ridiculously low salary of a magazine assistant, escape sometimes meant taking the F train to Coney Island on Saturday to ride the Cyclone and have hot dogs at Nathan's. But the best part was sitting on the boardwalk, drinking beer, and looking out over the horizon. The fact that you could get on the New York City subway and wind up on a beach - any beach - was a revelation.
I have gotten myself in much closer proximity to more pristine summer destinations since those days, but there was something about that time - something that came from desperately needing an end-of-week taste of liberty - that was its own version of perfection. Except for the long ride home on the F train."
- Kim France, Editor in Chief of Lucky, June 2009
1 comments:
Nice post. Thanks for giving us guys a little space in your previous post (that seems to have disappeared except on my Reader).
Sorry so late, just now catching up on my Reader.
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