The last weekend of August is always bittersweet. Although summer isn’t officially over until September 21st, the thought of what’s waiting just around the corner—shorter days, colder months, longer hemlines—always fills me with dread. That’s why I decided to throw caution and laziness to the wind this past Labour Day weekend and venture out to a dance party on the beach, along with my Packner in crime (deeply sorry for that), shhrug. Perhaps we were both subconsciously mourning the final days of what has been a major tease of a summer. Perhaps it’s just in our nature to do so. But we both wore black, and among the sea of green and next to the gentle waves of Lake Ontario, it felt perfectly right.
Photos by badinfinite & shhrug