surfer girl

by Rachel Lynch in

Your warmth is crashing down on me. Wild long-haired sun-kissed boys running up western mountains at 6AM. Quicksilver board shorts and worn-out new balance sneakers. A hemp necklace tied tight that's been there since the last girl, and your hair is blonder than mine. The boy that taught me to surf, wearing his ugly watch and white-beaded bracelets.

location: 5th Ave New York, New York

Photos By: Tito Trelles