Well, we've definitely gotten to that point in winter where everyone is just over it and kind of grumpy and bleh and uninspired. With a bit of effort, I can still find plenty to smile about, of course, but last week's warm snap (is that a thing?) was a mean tease. I'm readier than ready for spring.
I can't get enough of warm tones lately. I used to stay strictly in the neutral zone, speaking in terms of color. But for the past month or so I just want all the reds and yellows and oranges all over me all the time. Especially that warm mustardy yellow that is everywhere lately. It's delicious!
Once in high school, I came home from the thrift shop with a v-neck velour sweatshirt in that shade and when I showed my mother she exclaimed, "Oh my god, I donated that to Goodwill last week and you just paid for it!" Not entirely sure of the lesson, except possibly that my mother and I have, against all odds, similar taste in shirts, and/or we need to work on our communication.
I used to spend a lot of time in Los Angeles in the winter, when the sky is clear and you can see far, far, far into the hills. We caught that kind of day in San Francisco when we shot this look. There is something so primally satisfying about a long, clear view of the land. I suppose we have winter to thank, at least, for that.
Cheers to Thursday! Thanks for reading.