On a Saturday night early summer, we were brought together to the after-after-party in a one bedroom Bed-Stuy apartment after an extravagant gay wedding (It doesn’t get more New York than this). And I lost it. I wasn’t sure if it was her blue posh hat or her Canadian niceness. Either way I was charmed head over heels. A week later, she asked if she could photograph me in her jumpsuit. Of course I jumped at it.
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