One night at the loft in williamsburg.

we had the apartment for two nights, but mostly stayed for one. and no i do not live in a loft, wouldn’t that be lovely.

i got the inherent need to put a couple of my favorite things on the archaic looking table that was gently situated on the semi-rooftop. That day, it was a bottle of gavi di gavi, a basquiat souvenir i had just gotten from his exhibition, and a coffee mug because the loft did not have wine glasses.