Like the white markings left by pressing fingers on red skin, summer blazes its way through our habitually pasty surrounds and just as quickly ditches us with only a golden glow or a scorched back to remember it by. So no time to waste, because options abound: festivals in the city and in the middle of nowhere, rad kids connecting over pastis on the Ghent docks, sights to see, braincells to simultaneously enhance and ruin. Before you know it, you’ll be back to the old grind. So ignore the jetlag and ditch the lotion – let the sunburn define you this time around.
Almost. Almost. Almost.
We made a playlist in preparation.
We’ll see you there <3