End of Summer*…
This looks just like end of summer to me. The blazing orange gossamer thin knit, the kiss of purple underneath. She looks like her tan is just fading, and like it’s perhaps the last time that she going to wear her white jeans. (but she’ll probably pull them out again next weekend)
Photo via Anthropologie
*I feel like I talk about summer all spring long, and summer is for talking about fall. It is partially where I live: my spring is like the rest of the country’s summer, and my summer is just disgusting, so I talk about fall. For those of you who live where the temperature properly correlates to the season, I do apologize.
