I had no idea that there was a video for my favorite Devendra Banhart song in the universe. It is almost as beautiful as the song itself, and the visuals remind me of the aesthetics I was into in the summer of 2006, drinking iced mango green tea at World Cup in Richmond, with the clear garage doors wide open, emailing agency after agency in New York, San Francisco and Seattle. And when I wasn’t doing that, writing in my Jill Bliss journal.