Brandy at The Grove
cbr, 2025
cbr, 2025
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There's something about Los Angeles that breeds these moments of fleeting connection - where a single glance can become an entire narrative. This is a story of a young man from Calabasas, whose world momentarily stopped at The Grove.
Poem: "Brandy at The Grove"
Sunlight cascading through palm-lined paths,
A Calabasas boy with wandering wrath,
Her silhouette - white crop top, denim low,
A Brandy Melville muse he'd come to know.
Between the fountains and the outdoor mall,
She moved like whispers, barely touched at all,
A California dream in effortless stride,
Where youth and fashion seamlessly collide.
One moment captured, then she slipped away,
A phantom of desire on this Beverly Hills day,
Just another story the city keeps,
Where longing and landscape silently weep.
The poem captures that quintessential Los Angeles moment - a brief encounter that feels both mundane and magical, rooted in the specific aesthetic of youth culture that defines places like The Grove and brands like Brandy Melville. It's a snapshot of desire, of almost-but-not-quite connection, told through the lens of a young man from Calabasas.
-Mitchell Royel