I hate summer. It’s a ridiculous season. Everyone talks shite about how much they love summer and when it gets here everyone complains about hot it is, how they can’t sleep, they can’t exercise, their air conditioning is broken… blah, blah, freakin’, blah.
Unlike the rest of the world, I have a functioning memory and I hate summer all year round. Aside from the fact that my brain shuts down when the temperature gets above 30 degress I also find it really difficult to dress well in summer. It’s all too… bare for me. I love a good layering experience and summer kills it.
This picture from the Sartorialist makes me crave winter. Clean, clear skin, thick wool, scarves, gloves… I truly am a baby of the cold.
Who agrees?
Love Lady Smaggle
xxx
P.S A friend of Mr Smaggle’s was doing some modelling in Europe and was telling me about it over cappuccinos at the lake. He was all ‘The photographer was quite famous I think… do you know Scott Shuman? The Sartorialist…?’
My reply? ‘Yes. Yes, I do know Scott Shuman…’*head quietly explodes*