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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.
some moody music i’ve been bumping all july, featuring bubblegum-flavored nostalgia, music for moping in the shower and bopping around during a homey happy hour. (am i the only one who calls a glass of wine or two on the porch happy hour? )
featuring the king and kween of cancer season: lana del rey and frank ocean. no summer would be complete with their special brand of warm weather drama.
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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Learning about astrology has given me the tools to be more present where I am, when I am. Instead of counting off the days until the next big event I’m waiting for, I’ve come to appreciate the things that each month and season of the year brings to the table. Gemini gets a bad rap, but this time of year is way too exciting to hole up at home and wait for it to blow over! Here’s how I’m leaning into to Gemini Season:
- Hitting the dance floor. Summer’s start is for long, sweaty nights on the dance floor. Wielding a Corona overhead like a high-viz baton on an airport runway and jumping around to the hits of the 90s, 2000s and today is well within my wheelhouse, but this month I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone by taking a salsa class. I can’t think of a better way to channel the frenetic, restless energy of June than challenging my body to move in a few new ways. I’m also looking forward to letting a few sparks fly with my partner — what better time to partner up than Gemini season?!
- Playing tourist close to home. A lot of people take Memorial Day weekend as a cue to fly the coop, but with a July and August packed full of travel, I’m savoring the time at home while I can. Still, I’m scratching the travel itch by making a point to visit a new-to-me spot in my city every weekend. That new Italian place I keep hearing about, the jazz bar downtown that my Uber driver raved about, the ice cream place I walk by every day on the way to work, that museum exhibit that I really have no excuse for not having visited by now…
- Picking up a new nonfiction book. We’ve moved into an air sign now, which means heady pursuits rule. Geminis are particularly inquisitive: part of the reason they are renowned gossipers! I love the tea as much as the next person, but I’m channeling some of that energy into learning a bit more about a topic that interests me. Currently on my bedside table: Talking Back, Talking Black by John McWhorter and Lafayette in the Somewhat United States by Sarah Vowell.
- Finding new life in old wheels. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, bringing to mind a messenger flying high on those winged heels. I’ve been a little more sedentary than I’d like lately, so I’m taking my rusty old bike to the shop and forcing myself to be more mobile this month! Even walking to work or to the shops makes a difference in my day. I feel more part of the community I live in, and it can be a centering exercise – a great time to think through problems and get inspired.
- Travel reading and writing. Mercury rules communication and travel, so this month I’ll try to flex my creative muscles by getting inspired by travel! I could spend all day organizing trips I’ll never take (am I the only one?!), so I plan on having some fun planning a few upcoming trips I have on the docket this summer. It’s a more productive way to kill time than Netflix. #QueenofTripAdvisor