My love of sunsets is no secret to friends and loved ones. My father often snaps his West Coast stunners for me so that I get to experience not one, but two beautiful skies a night. That’s love -and one reason I’d totally be down for a long distance relationship. Cloud coverage, humidity, and time of day can all affect the palette used to create each night’s masterpiece making it nearly impossible for it to ever grow old. Each night, I’m undoubtedly awed. The only catch to my sherbert sunsets is that why, yes, that is the W Hoboken. That’s the irony in all of this. Joke’s on you, Manhattan. You pay thousands of dollars a month in rent to gaze appreciatively at New Jersey. At least Brooklyn gets to take in our beautiful skyline. Even though we laugh at the fact that all of these glorious sky paintings are hung in the gallery that is New Jersey, I still show up for the show.
Tomorrow marks the second super moon (not to mention the Aquarius new moon), the largest of three super moons this summer. Shit is literally going to get weird and you can bet I will be perched atop my roof to take in the lunar glow sparkling against the Hudson (and New Jersey). I’ve been known on more than one occasion to wear nightgowns as evening gowns- a trait I earned honestly from my mother. Which is why some of my favorite clothing items came directly from my mom’s lingerie drawer. Vintage lace tops worn with this summer’s favored outerwear, the kimono, is perfect for staring at the moon.
But I sure do miss the stars.
Photos by Michael Stiegler