i never get my lazy ass together to file the columns i have written all these years. above is a piece about finding neverland. about keeping that certain golden piece of us alive. that certain piece of us back when we were young and didn't give a shit. when we still believed with that childlike sense of wonder - something so poetic and fantastic. like Pee-wee, a band of outsiders clip-on bowtie, Le Ballon Rouge, Tim Walker's photos, a pair of Thom Browne shorts, and Peter Pan of course.
"finding" means a hell lot in western romanticism. "finding" snaps passion and courage - the ingredients of dreams. and to dream, is to be a fantasist.