Needless to say, as much as I pretend to be a realist and at times even a cynic, at the core I’m really a romantic. And thus autumn is undoubtedly my favorite season. If there was an ideal place for me to live, it would be one with four months of autumn, three months of spring, three months of summer and two months of winter. So now that my favorite season is finally here in the Vegas desert, it’s time for the embrace of all things deep burgundy, wine, & mauve; as well as the abandonment of work for reading poetry, even if just for a day or two. I leave you with this wise passage by by Lloyd Schwartz’s “Leaves”
“Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning; it’s not just the symbolism, to confront in the death of the year your death, one blazing farewell appearance, though the irony isn’t lost on you that nature is most seductive when it’s about to die, flaunting the dazzle of its incipient exit, an ending that at least so far the effects of human progress (pollution, acid rain) have not yet frightened you enough to make you believe is real; that is, you know this ending is a deception because of course nature is always renewing itself— the trees don’t die, they just pretend, go out in style, and return in style: a new style”
Marc Jacobs sweater, Marciano bag, F21 skirt & jacket, Jessica Simpson boots, Banana Republic bangles (also worn here) & hat, BCBG ring (also worn here), & Belle Noel rings.