Slouching Toward Spring

There’s something dystopic about the beginning of spring. Naked trees taunt the possibility of never growing leaves. The snow recedes to reveal your cigarette butts from Halloween. The dismal landscape demands decoration—even if it’s just the outside of your body, and what you put on it. In his latest editorial for SSENSE, Myles Hall spends the day with Stella Lucia, searching out her favorite corners of New York. Trying to feel alive even when the leaves won’t grow.