Around this time of year it seems as though everyone is hoping, praying, wishing for fall to get here as soon as possible so they can slip back into their fur jackets, leather leggings, and plaid flannels.
I am not one of those people.
I cling to my bare legs, freckled skin, and cotton dresses until September's end, when I start to get goosebumps from lack of tights under my chiffon dresses, and finally cave into the beginning of fall. I soon miss the warmth of these nights, and the freedom that comes with summer, so I refuse to give into the draw of these shiny, rich, pretty new clothes. My current inspiration? Any look from the spread above.
I'm claiming this as my personal August style reference - after all, I suppose I was born in Texas.
picture credits: knight cat
"Maybe if they all could be combined - art, rock and fashion. Those were always my favorite things."-Stephen Sprouse