The thing about summer is that I always have pretty specific, strange, nostalgic expectations for it. I almost said it's got more than any other season, but I live in the Northeast where fall reigns supreme, so that's not entirely true.
Going into any summer, or those days when I'm wearing 47 layers of clothing and my leggings are tucked into my socks, there is this feeling of longing and haze. I know that my memories of summer are a lie but the backlog of them is always really idyllic--all bike rides and thick, bare-legged in the grass, long into the night-time talks with stars and popsicles, lens flares and gauzy dresses. They waffle between something akin to Picnic and Hanging Rock-The Virgin Suicides and the kitsch amusement park bubble-gum smack versions of summer. And it was never really like that, it was hot and sticky like it is now, exhausted from withstanding sunshine, but I somehow can never keep myself from thinking that's how it's going to be.
Blouse: H&M summer 2011, Shorts: Thrifted, Shoes: Anthropologie 2009, Sunglasses: Faces, Flower thingy: DIY
Besides all that, there's always the music of summer. The stuff you listen to with windows down, hair a mess, sometimes singing because it's dark out and you feel like you're in your own universe in the car, even though the person driving next to you can hear every good-intentioned attempt at singing.
This summer it's a few bands but I feel down the Lana del Ray rabbit hole right on cue when the weather got hot and sultry. I'm not alone, it seems like a whole Lana del Ray girl gang has popped up on my various online outlets, suddenly we're all wondering why we're listening to this album on repeat, and why do we suddenly have the itch to wear piles of eyeliner and flower crowns in denim cutoffs?
The good thing is I'm not alone. Once again, my bosom friend and kindred spirit Amy is right there, on the same wavelength, so of course we tried out best to channel this whole Lana Vibe and be totally ridiculous in public.
I have large and small flower crowns for no reason, so it was quite exciting to be able to actually use them. If I had the nerve, I would wear this sort of thing (the smaller one, anyway) out and about, but I never seem to have the gumption to do it unless I'm with someone else. At some point I'll get a proper picture of my shorts, because they were twenty-five cents and are so high waisted they make driving a grumpy activity.
Shirt: Ancient family relic, Shorts: Forever21 altered by Amy, Shoes: Bought in Japan
I have to say though, that this is already one of the best summers in a long time. My room is a mess and I'm not entirely certain what I'm doing with my life at the moment, in a month I'm going to be on the other side of twenty-five, but for the first time in a long time I feel like I'm having exactly the kind of summer I dreamed about. It's somehow living up to my expectations, even if some days it's so hot all I can do is lie on the floor and thank my lucky stars for air conditioning.
This summer is all kinds of listening to cheesy music in the car, hanging out on porches until long after it's gone dark outside, flopping around in the pool with little to no sense of grace or poise, lounging on the grass, heartbreaking books, new people, horseback riding, short shorts and popsicles.