The level of excitement I felt when I saw her walk from my room and into the living room, wearing my shirt and an old pair of underwear is hard to convey here. She’s so sexy, so cool, completely natural. I only remember snippets of that day. Smells, certain touches, her mouth, my hands, the ocean. The windows open, and her, trying to hold back a scream. The moaning lasting long into the night.
She went to europe for the summer, I move to New York next Tuesday. This is how these things go. I want to feel sad, but I know I won’t be. People pass through your life like cars on the freeway. Will I see her again? I’m not sure, but—and she knows this, she’s always welcome to visit.
Behind the Scenes: She & Him for Levi’s Pioneer Sessions




