Before going out for Cocktails she takes a quick swim in the
sunset. Drying in the sand
she cherishes the moment of, watching the last golden rays on her wet and sandy skin. As long as there is a long day ahead, good friends and a beautiful sunset she is completely happy. The white beaches of Lamu, Mediterranean nights at Greek Hydra or lazy living at Key West. Anywhere she goes, she seems to fit in. At the bottom of her heart she knows she is a nomad, a gypsy original. Home is where her inner urge takes her. All summer she dresses up in the colours of the sun and the beach. Warm yellow and peach with a twist of neon. Basic whites, sand, grey and cork. The colours of an Indian summer that never ends. Now the sun has set somewhere far behind the sea colouring the sky in deep red and gold. She brushes the sand of her feet, gets up and starts walking back to the beach house. The air grows full of the cheers and voices of her friends. She is at home
There are lots of things that we like to do, but we truly love the semi annual fashion fairs!! It’s a month of non-stop traveling, but it’s so worth it getting out and finally showing off our collections to the crowd And we’re also pretty excited to give you guys a peak inside, so we hope you’ll enjoy the pics. We’ll post more from the other fairs that we’re attending along the way. Stay tuned.
She has been dancing all night and as day breaks she sneaks out, climbs the steep winding stairs to the roof and exits through a narrow door. She is above it all, in a brief moment of solitude.
From below, the distant throbbing of music reaches her. Her friends are still dancing and enjoying …oh, how she loves them all. Alone under the vast grey morning sky, her cheeks blushes in the wind. All around, there is the city with its roofs, towers and churches. She feels feminine and sexy in her short dress. Too lightly dressed for winter. But she is not cold.
Christmas at auntie’s castle was cosy, she thinks. But New Year is her favourite; the instant when the past vanishes and the future is not there yet. Where there is just the present moment. She closes her eyes and dances away on the rooftops. Above the city. Above it all.