Wooly jumpers, a fuzzy cat & rows and rows of LPs.
Supposedly summer is coming, but you couldn't tell from the way the sky looks today.
And in all its greyness, this editorial styled by the formidable Clare Richardson feels so very right.
It's a day for reading Kafka, listening to Blowin' In The Wind & borrowing his big, bulky sweaters.
The apartment is freezing. As it always is — naturally you can't afford any heating.
So you pretend to be the Girl from the North Country & put on a thick pair of socks.
It is a day for walking down a street in Greenwich Village in a brown suede jacket, stuffing your hands into your pockets to keep them from the cold & huddling together. Maybe you'll try your hand at busking. Maybe you'll look at"a photograph that inspired countless young men to hunch their shoulders, look distant, and let the girl do the clinging."
It's most certainly a day for rubbing the palm of your hands together, while the smoke from your cigarette cuts through the crispy autumn air.
Also:
It's most certainly a day for rubbing the palm of your hands together, while the smoke from your cigarette cuts through the crispy autumn air.
Also:
- watch Inside Llewyn Davis
- listen to the Nashville OST, especially this song
- read An Education, by Lynn Barber
Please see if she has a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds
Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair's hanging long
To keep her from the howlin' winds
Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair's hanging long
For that's the way I remember her best
Girl from the North Country, by Bob Dylan (x)
Girl from the North Country, by Bob Dylan (x)
1 Comment:
i loved everything about this!
the images, the mood and the grey state of mind!
I'm new here. So... hi!
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