Sometimes you just want that rush to spook you out. Running through a dark cemetary, feeling the chill creep up from the grass. The only place to feel real silence in the midst of the bustling Brooklyn streets. We tip-toed through this Bushwick cemetary, finding it errily perfect for photographs. Shot back when the leaves were just changing. These were the days I found myself throwing on this luxurious fur coat, even if it was just for taking a walk to the grocery store. It’s funny these little things that bring you excitement.