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Photography – Joshua Seidner & Dmitry Komis

Photography – Joshua Seidner & Dmitry Komis

Photography – Joshua Seidner & Dmitry Komis

Saturday, 11pm. It’s a heady ninety degrees out, long after the sun has set along the ocean edge of Havana. It’s even hotter indoors, so nobody stays indoors, in decaying mansions that were converted into a dozen apartments half a century ago. Wi-fi washes across the island in choppy waves, and we haven’t had a signal for hours, so we head to the Malecon to stroll. Slowly, because the heat keeps us heavy, and clubs won’t start going for a little while longer, and slow is the style.

Saturday, 11pm. It’s a heady ninety degrees out, long after the sun has set along the ocean edge of Havana. It’s even hotter indoors, so nobody stays indoors, in decaying mansions that were converted into a dozen apartments half a century ago. Wi-fi washes across the island in choppy waves, and we haven’t had a signal for hours, so we head to the Malecon to stroll. Slowly, because the heat keeps us heavy, and clubs won’t start going for a little while longer, and slow is the style.

Saturday, 11pm. It’s a heady ninety degrees out, long after the sun has set along the ocean edge of Havana. It’s even hotter indoors, so nobody stays indoors, in decaying mansions that were converted into a dozen apartments half a century ago. Wi-fi washes across the island in choppy waves, and we haven’t had a signal for hours, so we head to the Malecon to stroll. Slowly, because the heat keeps us heavy, and clubs won’t start going for a little while longer, and slow is the style.

Nights are made on the Malecon, and scenes unfold every few feet: a couple swaying to samba next to an old boombox, young kids waiting in line at a churros cart, older kids making out against the concrete wall that everyone else leans on and lays upon. Everyone is in every color, and everyone shows skin. Whistles and catcalls follow you, and when you turn towards them, eyes lock on you. There is nothing shy on the Malecon, This is Havana at its most seductive. You’re there for the “chicos, chicos,” the “chicas, chicas,” the kisses that get blown and carried along heaving, salty winds that roll off the ocean below. People are talking and laughing, drinking and smoking. We drift along. They’ll be here for hours, this is Cuba, and you’ll be back.

Nights are made on the Malecon, and scenes unfold every few feet: a couple swaying to samba next to an old boombox, young kids waiting in line at a churros cart, older kids making out against the concrete wall that everyone else leans on and lays upon. Everyone is in every color, and everyone shows skin. Whistles and catcalls follow you, and when you turn towards them, eyes lock on you. There is nothing shy on the Malecon, This is Havana at its most seductive. You’re there for the “chicos, chicos,” the “chicas, chicas,” the kisses that get blown and carried along heaving, salty winds that roll off the ocean below. People are talking and laughing, drinking and smoking. We drift along. They’ll be here for hours, this is Cuba, and you’ll be back.

Nights are made on the Malecon, and scenes unfold every few feet: a couple swaying to samba next to an old boombox, young kids waiting in line at a churros cart, older kids making out against the concrete wall that everyone else leans on and lays upon. Everyone is in every color, and everyone shows skin. Whistles and catcalls follow you, and when you turn towards them, eyes lock on you. There is nothing shy on the Malecon, This is Havana at its most seductive. You’re there for the “chicos, chicos,” the “chicas, chicas,” the kisses that get blown and carried along heaving, salty winds that roll off the ocean below. People are talking and laughing, drinking and smoking. We drift along. They’ll be here for hours, this is Cuba, and you’ll be back.

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Hildur Yeoman Silk Shirt with Dreamer print, $315

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Hildur Yeoman Silk Shirt with Dreamer print, $315

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