If you love New York, Mexico City, Milan, Santa Barbara, and fucking cheap ass cigarettes with good music and radass graphic design, then go to Beirut, Lebanon. This city's amp is as loud as New York's. It has the family heart and chaos of Mexico City, and a non-conforming classicism in style and design. All backed by a strong understanding of retrograding into the coasts of tan lines. This is where you'll find me every summer/fall. It is the land that beckons me to keep celebrating the inevitable and stay on my toes.