ndf (= Bruno Pronsato and Sergio Giorgini) bonded one June afternoon over jokes about underwear and an appreciation for the short stories of the great Irish writer, William Trevor. Sensing they were both haunted by similarly charming demons, they spent the subsequent summer of 2009 drinking red wine and strolling about Prenzlauerberg in matching imaginary black capes. They seek to make dance music twilit by the melancholy of, say, a Donald Justice poem:
Men at forty Learn to…
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