There's something about a good gray day. The overcast is perfectly pensive and inspires brighter dressing. Things like floral printed silk and an oversized scarf that sometimes resembles a blanket, tied together with the chunkiest of knit sweaters that somehow reminds me of Ernest Hemingway. Blustery days like this spent at the sea shore are kind of my fave. Someday I'll learn to surf those crashing waves, once I conquer my irrational fear of jellyfish and my own lack of equilibrium. So meet me in Montauk...
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