It’s summertime, which means barbecues between friends and family, days spent by the pool, and admiring the flora around you. There’s something so uniquely pleasant from watching and listening to the light breeze rustling the leaves on trees. In the countryside, it’s so easy to spend hours admiring the unpretentious world around you and feeling the utmost sensation of being calm. Watching the stars at night, observing bees collect pollen from a distance, sitting on freshly hydrated grass. Nature is majestic, watch and take it all in.
Spice up your outfit with a statement mini skirt for the spring/summer. If it isn’t warm enough, do it anyway by topping it off with a cozy sweater and a semi-long coat. Wrap it up, buckle it, add fringe to it, whatever you want. But go on, show off those legs.
Visiting Milan, or anywhere in Italy, is always a pleasure. The country burgeons with history that’s clearly represented by the architecture of the buildings and houses, the small streets, the charming old restaurants, the endless museums, and basically everything else. It’s apparent that Italians like taking pleasure in the little things, like the aperitivo before dinner, which just adds more glamour to the already rich and beautiful culture. Not only does Italy leave you completely charmed (and plenty full with pizza, pasta, gelato, etc.), but it leaves you wanting for more. That’s the drawing power it has – it will fascinate you so much that you want to go back. Sometimes there’s no reason for this, it can be quite self-explanatory: it’s Italia.
Every season calls for a new trend, and it seems to me that with every season my style seems to change in one way or another. Lately, it’s been about the retro, 70s inspired pieces, which in my opinion, are the best. It’s all about showing some bare skin, the big flare, the puffy shits, and really just trying to live it up like the hippies used to.
A lot of the time, I feel like I’m not in New York City. It seems so strange to me to live in a city that’s surrounded by giant skyscrapers, especially whenever I go midtown or uptown. In those moments, I’m reminded of the monumentalism of Manhattan that pretty much sucks me in, slightly binding me, to this “concrete jungle” as they say.