Am I the only one suffering from transition-seasonal depression? I wake up, the sun is out. I put on a light jacket, walk outside and instantly, a gust of bi-polar-vortex wind chills me from head to toe. I’m done. My day is over. I have been reduced to a wa-wa-walking ta-ta-talking ice b-b-b-b-box.
At 3pm, the sun is particularly beautiful. See: these photographs. But what you don’t see is how goddamn cold it was. And you know what, sunny, I am so over my winter coat right now I could watch someone run it over, right in front of my eyes, and it would bring me pleasure. Does that make me a monster?
The one saving grace in all of this trepidation about summer never even showing up this year: my ankles. Like a 1930s Hays Code starlet, this weather is bringing ankle sexy back. And it also means I only have to shave the bottom third of the bottom half of my leg.
Jetset Outfit: Free People jeans; Zara sweater; Sentaler alpaca wool coat; Converse sneakers; Express SS14 bag; Michael Kors aviators.
Photography by Alexander Liang