After a long few months of warm summer nights, I crave the charming arrival of autumn via crisp, fresh air and the coming of massive (!) September glossies bearing page after page of porn-worthy ankle boots, leather bags, rose-y brown lipsticks and tailored coats. Fall means more creative, sartorial grounds than offered in the more extreme of seasons (winter and summer, ahem, when it’s either over-piling and resembling the Abominable Snowman, or, stripping to the bare minimum). Editorials, cosmetic releases and campaigns make me content; there’s a certain warmth and comfort them that I can’t help to look forward to come August. Snuggling in bed with a mug of cinnamon or Nutella hot chocolate and a stack of magazines to read?
Yes, please.
. . .
xx
a bit coquettish 