six years later and half a world farther — we’re still (very much, and unsurprisingly) in the business of sitting by the beach, observing people, beer in hand. have we found the answer to that question yet? will we ever?

let us all aspire to be this chic — she’s alone at night and blinding bright, the source of your indulging fright. glimpse or stare, she wouldn’t care. do you a favor, talk to her. -mb