I’m a huge fan of Garance Dore, a photographer, writer, illustrator and all-around incredible human being. (I have this print hanging in our house!) Recently, I read a blogpost of hers that resonated with me deeply. In her latest post about summer ending, she said, “I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with summer, and so freaked out about fall. Before, I loved the idea of autumn - wearing coats, drinking hot chocolate - but now, it sends chills up my spine.”
I stopped. I had never read something that articulated my exact feelings like this before and I’m so so happy to know that I’m not alone. Fall fashion? Give me all the YASSSSes. But cooler weather? Shorter days? I’m gonna go with a hard pass on those. Because I’m obsessed with summer too! The sun on my face, the long evenings eating al fresco at our favorite spots, the imaginary convertible rides I wish I were taking…nights like the one when I wore this outfit. Hanging with your best girl friends, drinking the yummiest champagne at a new store opening (welcome to Mosaic, Madewell!) and refusing to let go of summer’s final weeks.
Let me be straight with you - I’m not saying goodbye until absolutely necessary. Thus, purchasing this white dress so late in the season. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, JULIEN?! I don’t know, ok?! All I know is that I don’t want summer to end. Not yet. Not here. Not now. Maybe not ever.