Farewell, Summer 2009.

Summertime, land of honeys in their skimpy outfits. Dude's rockin' hightop fades, J's and ball shorts. And the children run around the spurring fire hydrants on their blocks. That time of the year where the crime rate is excessively high. That time of the year where you can rush into your local pharmacy to soak up some of that cool A.C breeze. That time of the year, where you're in A.C, soaking up the breeze. That time of the year, ah yes. Unfortunately, there comes that time of the year, where we must give up our wife beaters for cardigans, our cargo shorts for pants, because fall is settling in, and that means school is back in session.

Our story. Just a small group of friends that reside in the southern region of urban Philadelphia. A group of friends, who does not care about what eachother is wearing. Doesn't care what music eachother is listening to. It didn't matter if we rode a fixie or carried a DSLR on our necks for no apparent reason. We were who we were. Outcasts in your land, rulers in ours. We figured, this may be the last time where we'll all have the liberty to freely get together and cause shenanigans for a very long time. Some of us are headed off to college, some of us are going to pursue our dreams as professional dancers, some of us Halo 3 online tournament champions and some of us engineers. So we held a BBQ, at our local FDR park across the stadium. I selected few of the many pictures photographed that day. Here is the aftermath.