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a barcelona festival lookbook

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
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WHAT I’M WEARING: GIRLS ON FILM CREAM FRINGED CROCHET DRESS, BLACK EMBROIDERED SHIFT DRESS, CREAM CROCHET KNIT HALTER TOP, MULTCOLOUR EMBELLISHED MINI SKIRT, CREAM EMBROIDERED SHEER MINI DRESS & MULTICOLOUR CROCHET MINI DRESS all part of their festival capsule collection


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These photos mean something to me, in that when we ran down to the beach, between May rain spells for the shoot, I felt everything. Things you can’t see but I know I’ll look back on these shots and remember the overwhelm between the sand, the water and me. And the light, it kept changing, from vigorous sun to moody cloud, the waves seemed to follow the speed of the skies, and there was a wind that in that one hour we were by the sea,  swept right through me. And gathering up all the feelings I felt would be quite like carrying a handful of sand home, the grains would too quickly slip through my palms and onto the ground again. It was a rush and it ended before I could grasp at any of it.  But mostly and loosely, I felt hope, for the summer on the edge of its beginning, for Barcelona and the people that hold my heartstrings,  the beaches lining the coast from here to my childhood home, the festival tickets pinned to the bulletin board above my desk like a soon-to-be dream…and the sun, that soaks my skin and sets me shining in a way you wouldn’t believe. You know me, I live for the summer and when it shows first signs, I sigh relief because finally, we are here and I’m grateful for time tumbling to now, right here, in these photos, on the beach. It is moments like this when the earth is loose and light and bright under my bare feet. I will always hold on to that moment in these photos, the one you can’t see, but I did, I really did feel free; an inexplicable, buoyant, airiness lifted me. I know that might sound terribly cliched, but that’s okay.

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