Slipping into A New Season
Time is a funny thing.
Especially this year. I feel like we just shot these photos the other day, and yet, they’ve been sitting here in a draft post since September. In some ways, I feel like not much has really changed, so who really cares if the photos are two months old. And yet, at the same time, everything has changed. A tumultuous election season is over, summer has ended (and taken rosé season with it), gone are the barefoot backyard days, and gone is my darker hair, gone is one season and we’re already quickly slipping into a new one.
Every holiday season, I say it feels like it really snuck up on me, but this year, even more so. And more than any other year, they’re giving me a serious bout of anxiety. I had to grab some holiday items for a shoot the other day and almost had a full blown melt down in the middle of the Christmas tree display in Target. Who knew something so glittery, colorful and shining bright could bring a person anything but joy? And yet all that I could think about was how weird it was- to see Christmas decor, to see gift guides, to see stocking stuffers, to see a holiday being pushed like it would be any other year in a year that has been anything like any other year. And to think how this Christmas won’t be like past Christmases for so many because of that.
I’m still not sure how I’m feeling about the holidays. I’m excited for a bit of a joy after such a dark year, but as we head into this festive season, a season that is normally one of excess, I can’t help but feel like the excess is just as unnecessary as so many of the other things we had to unexepcedtrly give up this year. I don’t really know where that leaves me with the season’s festivities, so I until I figure it out I guess I’ll just pretend I’m back, blissfully drinking away a summer Sunday and soaking up the golden, glowing sun.
POST DETAILS
SUNNIES // LE SPECS
SWEATER // BROCHU WALKER C/O
PANTS // MAX STUDIO (similar option)
SHOES // TKEES C/O
RINGS // AURATE (arc ring + infinity band)+ MEJURI C/O