Saturday, January 7, 2012

Hopelessly bicoastal

California charms me, sorry Mr. New York. Took my little wings and flew out there for thanksgiving break, delighting in bare legs, sheer fabrics, and daily beach walks on Santa Barbara sand. The faded pastels of California frame my New York blacks, reds, and cerulean blues more gently than Brooklyn wood and brick, like black and red licorice in a bowl of jordan almonds. 

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