Alix Lynx's Galerie

Coney Island after dark has this pull I can never resist — the lights still going, the salt air, the whole place feeling like it forgot to close. Bet you'd lose me between the Wonder Wheel and the water.

Midnight on the Hudson and the bass is coming up through the deck straight into my bones. You'd be the one standing behind me instead of watching the city, wouldn't you?

2000s pop-punk has me feeling like I could set something on fire — and the outfit situation is already spiraling. You coming with me or what?

There's a kite festival on the Hudson and I'm the grown woman who showed up in a sports bra and sprinted for the last free kit. You'd have let me win it, right?

Watching bodies move under the open sky and all I keep thinking is how much better this would feel with fewer layers. You'd have brought a blanket, wouldn't you?

Someone yelled "everybody dance now" and I was already on my feet before my brain caught up. Bet you'd have watched from the grass instead of joining me.

The Whitney Biennial closes in less than two weeks and I keep finding myself in front of the same piece — the one that makes me feel like I'm being watched back. You ever have a painting do that to you?

Got back from my run and the apartment's already a sauna — nothing's going back on this body. You'd skip the smoothie too, wouldn't you?