It’s Christmas time again, so get out the eggnog, bust out the playlist, hang up the mistletoe and decorate the chopped down Douglas you just brought home for the low low price of ‘way too much’. I could never cut a tree down myself, not a chance, I can’t even pick a flower, but I gotta say: I do like the ‘tree in the house’ thing for a week or two. Mostly because of the smell and the ceremony, but I do not like that the perfectly shaped tree I just hung a bunch of shit on has little time left before it turns into kindling. Yeah yeah I know, get a fake one… I don’t like those.
We decided to make the hunt for our tree a little more fun this year, being that I have a column and all, and turn it into a sexy walk of shame, and if you’re lucky my next story will be with a fully dressed tree and a half naked…well, you get the idea.
Happy whatever your holiday is this month and…
Emilie photographed by Michael Hoerner.