Shop Мишка Summer 2013
Summer lookbooks feature motherfuckers hanging out by the beach, frolicking in the sand. Playing volleyball. Broads flirtatiously hitting each other with the hose, on a "suggested, but not explicitly stated" lesbianism wave. That's because, we all imagine our Summers will be some kind of mashup of The OC and that season of Saved By The Bell where they were all lifeguards. We dare to dream, of omnipresent beaching, skinny dipping, and grilling.
If you live in a city though, your summer won't look like that. We're out there, but we're the sun god Apollo in crisp Jordans. Fully relaxed limbs on a rooftop, like a white dude on a boat with a slight case of vertigo. Ladies will be "glowing". Beers will be drank, and respectfully hollering at young ladies wearing camisoles as shirts, will become the predominate local sport. Run through an open fire hydrant with your niece. Make friends with Papi, the older gentleman that sells you watermelon flavored ice. Embrace the reality of summer in the city. It gives you life. Bask in the glow of barely covered, attractive human bodies.
Welcome back to life, back to reality. Мишка Summer 2013.
