This was inspired by a solo afternoon walking around San Francisco a few days ago. The Haight was breathing with gritty, hot, sex-in-the-air fantasies that day. It's a nostalgic place full of history, fashion, and subtle unmentionables. Along the outskirts of dirty memories and coastlines that linger, someone is always willing to tell you stories over scotch in the evening, and put a flower in your hair as you undress the sunlight.

Mostly found footage collected from very many obscure locations, mixed with my textures & experiments.

The song is called Lust, by the Raveonettes.