summer is almost over. those balmy, hazy, lazy last days are upon us, even in Texas, where the temperature is at a steady ten degrees cooler (ninety-ish) than it once was.
it’s going to be a fall of classic, classy, low chignons; minimalism: all solids and horizontal stripes, thank you, black jeans & black turtlenecks and plum or bold red lips–no mascara, thank you. I’m going to read War & Peace, a novel that, as far as I can tell, speaks to self-improvement and self-actualization, revolution, change.
the first chill hasn’t hit yet. even still, that electric sense of newness in the air. that jolting bolt of transformation, that buzzing urge towards productivity and creativity. that sense of moving forward that impels looking back.
in the spirit of summer’s last days, there’s some scuzzy, garage pop-punk via White Reaper. wreck shit and have some fun while the sun’s still shining upon backyard gatherings and rooftop hangs.
in the spirit of fall’s first days, there’s Into the Gloss’ fall makeup report.
I, personally, am into the glowing, natural Kors look & the sunburnt, ruffled Wang look–but that’s the end of season in me talking; before long I’ll be all Wu.
there’s also, for me, an impetus towards being more staid & thoughtful in my eating habits–not, for instance, taking it for granted that I get free, pillowy ciabatta to dunk in copious grass-green oil whenever I want. behold: raw granola bars.
it’s a start.