I’ve told you stories of the villagers buying groceries in haute couture; of the butcher in his full suit and the fisherman in his cashmere. Well darling, even a horse ride in the countryside becomes a high fashion event in my village.
Women here have never really succumbed to the knee boots over trousers trend for riding. Sure, there have been times when boots were necessary to blend in with the crowd but in the village, there’s nothing surreal about donning haute couture, with gowns bearing layer after layer of skirt.
You see darling, clothing here is as much of a protagonist as the dark and dreary weather in the village or the gossip heard in the piazza and riding on a horse with an haute couture gown trailing behind is as normal as a siesta on Sunday afternoon.
I’ve often rode up to the cliffs of the village, walking the few paces to the edge by foot while my couture gown skimmed the grass and stones which are as old as time. It is extraordinary to blend that which is awe inspiring and made my man and that which is made by someone bigger than of us could ever fathom.
Story credits: Vogue for the image.
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Summer nights in our village are quite a wonder darling.
Everybody gathers in the piazza under the pale moonlight — the women in short shorts or short dresses, and the men in their trunks and lose shirts — to listen to the poetry of the old world. Continue reading
I found her dozing on her luggage, waiting for me to let her into the house. Hers was a sad story she said, involving dishonor and death. What she wanted from me was the opportunity to live in the village for a while. Continue reading
This summer darling, make time for a siesta under jasmine trees while donning light white dresses.
Find the time to float amid water lilies while looking at the stars.
Make sure you meet Galileo to witness shooting stars together.
Stand under a shower of paper rain and be in awe of every firework show in sight.
Find the time to wear short shorts and to fall in love…
…and dance barefoot to Lana del Rey under frescoes.
Make this summer, one of immeasurable time.
Story credit: Image via Vogue China.
Have you ever felt like you belonged somewhere in this world?
I have never really felt like I belonged anywhere. This is why I have been talking to the demons in my head ever since I was a child, roaming the woods and laughing with them. Continue reading
More than any other story in the conversations section, this post will be understood more by those who have read the works of Gabriel García Márquez. Those who have not read Márquez’s works yet, then darlings, what are you waiting for?
I watched the quiet parade with Gabriel García Márquez yesterday. Continue reading
She told me she was scared before she skipped her way into the darkness.
Story credit: Image via Marie Claire Italia.
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Story credit: Images via Jean Paul Gaultier’s On the Docks ad.
We have had quite the sunny weather over the past few days in the village so I have been donning layers of sheer over my head and face to protect my skin from the sun, while watching the villagers and their shadows walk by, donning the latest fashion…
Story credit: Image via Harper’s Bazaar.