An empty stare. A thoughtful pose. Packed suitcases. A letter just read… ‘Hotel Room’ (shown above) represents the woman that Edward Hopper saw and conveyed in much of his work. Loneliness was his greatest ally.
While August might connote too many cocktails and sand in your crotch, sometimes smoothies and discovering a city are ideal substitutes. Bright doorways, blue skies, a quiet alley, a buzzing cafe. Madrid is a different city in August. Restaurants are boarded up, neighbors no longer peer out their balconies, and now only the tourist areas are off-limits on weekends. Parking spots are a-plenty, and my original concept of personal space is restored. Madrid looks naked in August. And it’s probably the best month to appreciate it.
Today is all about London. What else is there? After months of preparing, moaning, training, whining, speculating; the Olympics are finally here. While I wish I knew enough about sports to tell you who will win the most golds, this is not one of those posts. Instead, I’ll tell you about some favorite spots I’ve been to, street style to envy, and why London is so much more than the 2012 games host.
I received a little package yesterday afternoon which, although expected, was joy inside a brown envelope. After my cousin introduced me to the online vintage market, Anttique Code, it was literally impossible not to support the cause. With prices that couldn’t be more affordable, and items that are both unique and classic, this small but growing vintage e-boutique might quickly become a weakness.
Since nobody goes to the beach or pool without some important accessories, we can always resort to Zara for a floppy straw hat, Castañer for sturdy espadrilles, and Hoss Intropia for a canvas carry-all. The only non-Spanish item? Those sunnies which are too cool not to include!