Do you remember the hot, wild summer of 1995? Those were dangerous days with Curty, Milo, the poodle mongrel and the rest of the cool gang. We didn't shave our armpits, but we smoked everywhere. The sun was always shining and the air was shimmering with us. Crossen was all the rage in photography. The color shifts were of course just as extreme as we were. We celebrated the contrasts, everything was light, unreal, burning at the edges. I can't believe Kurt Cobain had already been dead for over a year. And bigger than ever. What do we think when we look back on that time today? We were young. Undefeated. It still smells like teen spirit.