European summers taste and feel so different then our North American ones. It’s a collective celebration of life and its joys under the sun. People don’t run away from its pleasure seeking rays, in fact they embrace the starlight. The suns heat becomes desires fuel; freedom finds its way into the rhythm and pulse of days turned nights, where hands that smell of cigarettes come together in holy prayer on beds where after weeks of boredom have been exchanged for lovers quarrels and salacious nights.
The European summer evokes endless movement and promises of something better then before. -tM