dance dance dance

for your friday-- a little excerpt from last night's screening of girl walk//all day at the ace. not sure what I loved more-- the way all that sweet movement bounced off the architecture and everyday action of the city or the wide-eyed way ava took the whole thing in. my dancer self wanted to cry. bonafide dance party, y'all. good times one thousand, anyway you slice it.

p.s. I think ava sort of fell in love with the creep. I think maybe I did too.