Beatniks Havana

It’s one of those sweltering summer afternoons. You see her there, standing under a streetlamp. It’s getting dark but she’s wearing shades anyway. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, brings a cigarette to her lips and looks you in the eyes, “ You look like you could burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.” A devil's smile, but a heart of gold. She’s a beatnik, baby, ain’t nothin’ gonna get a girl like that down.

Width 142mm / 5.6” • Height 39mm / 1.6” • Bridge 20mm / 0.8”