coffee has an interesting way of showing up in our cultural conversation. an exCerpt, of coffee and its collective appearance as a character in the everyday.

“We meet up at The Electric, a private member’s-only club on Portobello Road in Notting Hill. A latte for me, an espresso for Flo.” Cory Kennedy with Florence Welch

Rarely, have I ever…or, actually when I think about it, never have I been on a coffee date and my significant coffee other has ordered the same coffee as I.  Outside of our personal style, our coffee order is the only thing that is different among the other circumstantial evidence inferring that where we physically are is from a mutual desire – let me say, I’m glad I’m glad for it.

There’s so much storytelling in what a person orders. In the above Ms. Cory Kennedy opts to cut her espresso with milk, while Flo chooses straight up espresso. There are a lot of  stories running through my head about what incites  their individual preferences amid their communal experience. I wonder, does Cory always prefer milk to her coffee?  And, if Flo takes an espresso by default, or if there was something about the day which incited such?

Possibly, I’m wondering, because I know that I am both of these women, at times a latte, at other times an espresso, it all depending on what I’m doing.  Whatever the answers may be to the origin of their choices, the conclusion of this matter is this, in culture ones potential for individuality is infinite, and so is the potential of a coffee. Order up. – cde