“it ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.” // y. berra
it’s practically alanis-ironic how at the very peak of heat, there isn’t a crop top, a pair of cut-offs or diaphanous dungarees to be found. it’s nearing 102°F – and even thinking about a fur gilet or hooded cape seems closer to a cauchemar than something to covet.
for the past five days i have avoided endeavors that take me outside. i’ve walked the dog only in the shade, demanded that the A/C be set to 70° at all times, and though i might need to wear socks at night my feet are so cold, i’d rather be shivering mid-freeze than wake up in the middle of the night stuck to my pillow.
as of right now – there are 55 days until the start of autumn; and until then i’m keeping my options open – and if push comes to shove, i can wear the new fall arrivals to keep me warm inside while i’m hiding from the heat outside.
➝ source : sleeveless coat via rick owens drkshdw
➝ source : bird embroidered frill top via marni
➝ source : the fling mid-rise jeans via current/elliott