It must be my omnipresent need for the city-girl lifestyle but whenever I come across brick cladding, a brick basement, a brick wall, hell, even a block of brick,
I immediately begin to imagine a bangin’ house party filled with 50 of my closest friends. We’re simmering in sangria, our faces awash in a blush toned glow by the sea of candlelight bouncing off the reddish-brown walls.
House music vibrates as the night gets darker and the music gets deeper. Everyone’s dancing. Everyone’s happy. Everyone’s getting drunker by the minute. Everyone looks better by the brick, dude…ahhhh, one day.