Isn't dreaming about spur of the moment holidays the loveliest feeling? Today, I would head off to Santorini and bury myself in the sand with some lime-water. My list of places to visit grows each day; not a place in this world I don't want to see!
This gorgeous suit for a golden tan from Anthropologie, of course. I was told there'd be cake is supposed to be reminiscent of Miranda July's No one belongs here more than you and so I am sold. (Miranda July: Fantastically weird protagonist/writer of the film "Me you and everyone we know") Also, though I haven't tried any of the perfumes from Cb I hate perfume, I have spent many an office hour perusing creator Christopher Brosius's blog/website and I find him charmingly candid and chock full of whimsy. All of the descriptions of his potions are like poems in themselves. Check out his description of "Mr. Hulot's Holiday":
The salty breath of the breeze off the Mediterranean, driftwood, rocks covered with seaweed and the smell of old leather suitcases
I don't know about you, but that is exactly what I am looking for in life.
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