There is a moment, somewhere between the first days of June and the long golden stretch of July, when West Palm Beach becomes its own truest self. The visitors have gone. The traffic thins. And the people who actually live here — the artists, the entrepreneurs, the community builders, the ones who chose this city and keep choosing it — step into the breathing room and take ownership of the place they call home.
That’s the issue you’re holding.
We built this one around a single, audacious question: What does it look like when someone refuses to shrink, when they show up in full color, on their own terms, and make something the world hasn’t seen before? The answers we found were varied, surprising, and — I think — genuinely worth sitting with…