No. 41 - Heatwave Reveries

Plus a deep dive into my summer reading-pile

Decadent Young Woman After the Dance by Ramon Casas, 1899.

Dear reader,

The intoxicating scent of Mock Orange lingers the air, thick and breathless, as the heatwave urges the mercury upward in the old thermometer outside of my window. It is hot in a way that brings to mind many a summer in New York — minus the arctic winds of the AC, mind you. This is Stockholm after all, and my house is a centenarian with no such frills. It’s unbearably hot and, much like childbirth, the only way through is to surrender completely.

One by one, my neighbours retreat to their summer houses, deserting their gardens as they near their July crescendo, and the streets that once held a cacophony of sounds are suddenly eerily quiet. We have reached the end of June and the madness of May is but a memory.

In its place, however, a creeping feeling of restlessness has taken root, and I don’t know how to shake it off. And so I self-medicate the only way I know how; by reading, reading and then reading some more. My summer pile of books decreases at and unprecedented speed, as the staggering number of unread work emails reaches biblical proportions. Only one week until vacation, only one week until vacation…

Love,
Carolina

BACK IN BLACK

I guess the summer brings out the darkness in me because all I find myself wanting to wear lately is black from head to toe.

Book, The Marriage Portrait. Dress, COS. Bag, COS. Earrings Lié Studio. Sunglasses, & Other Stories. Perfume, Ceremonia. Flats, COS.

WHAT I’M READING THIS SUMMER