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We are out here:
- going out for “one drink” and Ubering ho
me at 1AM, jumpsuits splattered in cheap white wine
- attending rooftop drag shows
- impulse booking solo summer getaways
- loving our bodies, wherever they are right now
- (our thick thighs are strong; our skin and bones exquisite; our waists and hips, the birthright of our mothers and their mothers before them)
- devouring a summer read in our happy place (on the porch in the sunshine or curled in a furry blanket during a summer rainstorm)
This season is the rising manic energy of a city sidewalk at 7pm on a Friday night, voices spilling out onto the streets, happy hour giving way to golden hour, sandals cruising toward trouble, bass beats, neon lights. It is, too, a dark Saturday morning spent listening to rain pound on the windows — cancel spin class in favor of a Netflix binge, coffee in bed. It’s daydreaming and crying jags, it’s who you become when flirting with a pretty stranger. Put on fourteen pretty dresses in the fitting room, buy none of them. It’s the season of bats and lightning bugs and thick green leaves quivering, thrumming at dusk.
it’s taurus season, babies. my favorite part of the year, for obvious reasons. in my part of the world, this is when tide of battle turns, when spring starts to win the war over darkness, gray, death. there is green in the world, now. pink and white buds blow in the wind. the sun shines a little warmer. (and sometimes, on a particularly blessed Friday afternoon in April, the sidewalks spills over with al fresco diners, dogs on leashes, the sound of music pouring out of windows and doors — amen, thank you, blessed be)
i’m packing my bags for a long weekend in nyc with a best girl friend or two. statement earrings, jumpsuits and glossy lips are coming with me. i’ll meet the rooftop champagne and matcha in bed on the ground.
(i mean, would i really be a taurus if i didn’t give myself permission to indulge and glow on my birthday weekend?)
in other news, lately i am feeling deeply turned on by:
- deep greens paired with baby pinks in luxurious fabrics
- rose quartz manicures
- monochrome makeup — loving all peach or all brown on the eyes, lips, cheeks, and nails lately
- indian-inspired gold jewelry & appliqués
- outfits in all black and all white
- big earrings and glossy lips
- aperol cocktails
fellow taureans, you know we are kings & queens of aesthetic. what’s doing it for you right now?
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Go to the theater or the portrait gallery once every six weeks. It’s good for the complexion.
Sleep in past noon. Serve a multi-course breakfast at four. Play Drake and Fleetwood Mac on the stereo.
Find a book that hooks you and dive in, unashamed. Murder mystery, boarding school, highland romance, post-divorce walkabout? Pick your poison, read past bedtime.
Embrace your paradoxes. Embrace nature’s paradoxes. You can be clever and soft, prickly and gentle, warm but still. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.
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Virgo is sexy and possessed. Woman-made lingerie while pouring a glass of wine and buttering a croissant with pesto from the garden over the sink.
Self-reflect. Summer winds down into its best, most dog-day iteration. Long, sweaty evenings watching dusk fade with a chill you haven’t felt in months. The perfect time to introspect.
Fall in love again. Not quite the same love as in the heat of summer (sweat making a tight tee a little see-through, a few too many Cuba Libres, a dance floor rendezvous), but the kind of love found in quiet companionship and things unsaid. Fall in love with your partner, fall in love with your sister, fall in love with your cat, fall in love with yourself.
I’ve felt the shift into Virgo so strongly — I feel more focused on work (both in my career and in my personal life), more productive, more able to visualize my goals. I feel a little more grounded, a little more present. I love an earth sign. Not quite on purpose, I had an earthy symbol tattooed on me as we shifted into Virgo. That feels right.
August was incredibly difficult for me, in ways I couldn’t have predicted. At a few points last month, I felt sure that I had been lost. I see now how the work I have been doing on myself steadied me, even when I didn’t realize it. Trust. I am learning to trust the process, trust my guides, trust myself.
I had a lot of fun compiling these images! Leo season, for me, represents the pleasure center of summer. Late nights grooving in a Brooklyn basement, body glitter and birthday cake, fluorescent popsicles, caffeine and cocktails flavored with pineapple, strawberry, lime, coconut. Leo season is the time to dance on a table, give someone a piece of your mind and wear your hair like the crown it is, honey. This summertime glow (anyone else feel their best when they’re a little freckled, bronzed and dewy?) and sundress season has me feeling a little vain, but Leos like Madonna, J.Lo, Coco Chanel and Kylie Jenner would all tell you: it ain’t a crime to feel yourself.
this year, i am reveling in cancer season. this is new for me — stubborn earth sun sign, impatient fire moon sign. maybe it’s my cancer partner (and he is oh so very cancer), but during this cycle, are falling into place through water, through outpourings of emotion, through indulging in nostalgia, through holing up in sacred home spaces.
i write this from the seashore, and it’s amazing how *new* i feel in the space of a few days. i ground in the sand while watching the little ones in the waves, the sound of the surf in my ears. the sun makes me feel alive, tired, radiant. my life in fluorescent offices and in the shades of high rises makes me forget that I feel most myself with a bronzed glow on my cheeks.
(come back from the shore, take a shower, paint on coral lips and a little black dress for a night out. a live band, a glass or three of white wine and the shrimp and scallop pasta dish.)
am i fulfilled, am i content, am i free of fear and self-doubt and anxiety? no, no, hell no. but i’m feeling a little more present, and that feels like a gift right now. (a present? ha.)
// bike to the boardwalk at nightfall // vaporwave and vape pens in the bathtub // sad sunsets // holographic body paint // nostalgia for summers gone by //
a salute to manic post-memorial day vibes
APERO + ROSÉ + MESSY HAIR
BRIGHT LIPS, SUMMER GLOW, CAN’T LOSE
ROLL UP SLAYING LIKE A SECOND WIFE
LAYING OUT ON YOUR FRONT PORCH IN A SUN HAT QUALIFIES
LATE NIGHTS; HAZY LIGHTS
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