We are Love
All of Us. It's what we're made of.
The feel good photography of Cole Ramstad and Anna Bonnet.
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Mads.
They told me to pronounce it, “Mess”. This is his name. And it gets better. His last name is Hole. His name is Mads Hole.
And he is a soul friend.
He arrived from Denmark while I was in Amsterdam, and from the time Sven and I arrived back to home to Berlin, until the time I had to hastily scurry to the airport, Mads was entirely supplemental to my good time and my good energy. An outlook that paralled mine, but with an additional few years and few sets of experiences, Mads and I shared with one another, taught one another, learned from one another, and rode bikes around Berlin getting lost with eachother.
It always happens when you least expect it. It’s how I met Sven last summer in New York, and it’s how Copenhagen moved up my list in places I need to visit in the very near future. In a few short days, Mads became like a brother to me. A brother with a frisbee and fruit in his back pack. And a man with bright eyes and a smile in his pocket.
He is on his third youth. He is a proponent of love. He is a connoisseur of energy and motion. He is on a beautiful path. Happy I got to walk it for awhile.
Much love, friend.
So cute.
They call it footbag in Europe. I call it hackey sack. I have never seen anyone as good at hackeysack as Mads. Apparently I should have been there for the championships a week before. But seriously, incredible.
This. Is levitation holmes.
