There are two ways of seeing this particular date. The first one corresponds to my grandparents point of view: starting with 15th of August summer ends. It always induced me a nostalgic feeling and I feared each time they say it. The second one express the idea of a new beginning. September with its wonderful light, its colours, its perfume, its quiet beauty. Enjoying the knowledge of expectation, the promises that September brings. This expectation time is even more exciting because I’m five months pregnant and I wanted to share with you this marvellous news.
Meanwhile I spent time taking pictures of my shoes and other small nothings with this iPhone application called Instagram which I discovered few weeks ago (I know I’m late at the party!).
Sofie D’Hoore dress and shoes.
Charles Anastase dress and Jil Sander shoes.
No logo dress.
Chloé, Marni and Dal Sasso sandals.
I also discovered that I have a passion for the icecream!
Stracciatella and raspberry.
Cassata and vanilla.
Extra dark chocolate and figs.
Buon ferragosto to you all!
summer books
The unbearable and irritating heat is finally calmed down and allows me to breathe and look back to one of my summer readings. I did not knew much about WASP (White Anglo Saxon Protestant) style except this vague idea I had related to cashmere and pearls. When I saw Susanna Salk book, Privileged life: celebrating WASP Style, I decided it was time to learn more.
The book is full of photographs of reffined and wealthy people from Jackie Kennedy, to Blythe Danner and Robert Redford but there is one character who fascinates me: the author’s cousin, Peggy Thayer Talbot. There are few photos of her (here below, the first with her horse Phantom and the second with her two daughters Polly and Peggy) and no details about her life. I was suddenly attracted by its frank beauty, her strong but feminine features. I find her mysteriously beautiful.
I could not refrain not to show the photo of the inspiring and distinctive figure of Katharine Hepburn. I greatly admire her unabashedly outspoken, freedom and style. The lenght of her skirt reminds me of the very strict and conservative rules my parents were imposing to me and to my other three sisters; our skirts and dresses had to be rigorously ten centimeter under the knees. While at that time I was entirely disapproving and hardly negotiating for one centimeter less it turns out that I actually adore this length size and I’m never wearing short.
WASP is a way of life that has been passed down through generations. It’s a certain joie de vivre.
A great addition to my new started prep library.