What We Do Is SecretJe M'en Fous

The wind picks up, we take a corner fast and then up into the hills—sunglasses, warm skin. We are being beautiful together. So what? Maybe the party finished. Maybe we need a ride home. That’s cool—let’s just walk. Let’s hitch a ride. Let’s swim in dawn—get made new. Let’s see what happens. Je M'en Fous (I DON'T CARE) is a brief impression of Santa Monica in June 1999. Crisp, chic, citrus.