Every gay boy with indie-leaning tendencies has had a bit of a crush on Ed Droste, and if you haven’t then, like, I probably don’t even want to know you. Why do you exist? I am finally seeing Grizzly Bear tonight. I am excited. Real kinds of excited. Do you think Ed Droste will remember the time I walked past him three separate times in the Design District during a Basel and made awkward eye contact every single time?