This weekend was an adrenaline shot of springtime loveliness: a string of perfect days, with all the right doses of misting rain, blooming buds and scorching sun. The water is still far too cold to swim in, but everyone spilled out onto the beach anyway. Our local farm stand opened for the season, tentatively offering the first fruits of a hesitant east coast harvest: fiery radishes, purple basil and strong stalks of asparagus. We drove a moving truck out east from the city, hauling hitherto winter-trapped treasures out of storage: summer clothes, African indigos, a massive painting for our little cabin’s living room, and a pair of mint-condition old Huffy bikes bought at Brimfield. The couple we inherited them from had picked them up on their honeymoon in 1971 ~ still in love 43 years later, they refused to break up the set and insisted on selling them to two people equally infatuated. We happily forked over a few hundred bucks for these priceless treasures and promised to keep their freewheeling, love-drunk legacy alive. Pretty little Montauk Midge is going to have some transportation competition this summer! Over the last few days, we pedaled all over the North and South Forks. We snaked through vineyards, raced down lilac-lined hills and threw down our kickstands for sunsets over the ocean. In between rides, we grilled fresh fish and painted snarling waves onto massive canvasses, stretched from tree to tree across our backyard. Perhaps these petulant pieces will become pirate flags or gypsy tents for summer bonfires, or backdrops for fashion shoots. Who knows; who cares. Late spring weekends like these exist to remind us that the best things in life ~ like a tree exploding in absurdly pink petals ~ need serve no other purpose than to fill a few moments with unadulterated joy. |KELLY WEARS| Borsalino hat, Ray-Ban sunnies, Armani Exchange shirtdress, 7 For All Mankind denim jacket (tied at waist ~ similar HERE), K. Jacques sandals (last seen HERE)
A phantasmagoric fashion spectacular, featuring new wave rave wear by Peter Pilotto, House of Holland and Sophia Webster.