Fall has always been my favorite season. It feels like the earth’s version of a getting ready for bed ritual. Its a time for fireplaces, preparation, gentle and slow folding in of so many things. A time for reflection and giving yourself over the inevitable and the seeking of less obvious pleasures.
I’m a girl of textures. Autumnal tactile delights as familiar & perennial as certain flowers in the spring. Corduroy blazers, wool trousers, heavy velvet bathrobes, flannel sheets, tweed overcoats, and, if you’re me-cashmere everything and anything. Promises of protection from the elements to come, but delicate in the morning as the layering over my naked flesh begins. Lingerie lingering nearby, for special occasions. The secrets of my desire wrapped so beautifully and completely in the colder seasons, an element of extra mystery not quite known in a summer dress.