All that remains of our sultry summer is a puckered-up clementine on the mantel, too integral to the room’s aesthetic to be composted.
Matt Crowley believes in the forbidden fruit.
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by Matt Crowley
by Matt Crowley
All that remains of our sultry summer is a puckered-up clementine on the mantel, too integral to the room’s aesthetic to be composted.
Matt Crowley believes in the forbidden fruit.