It was hot. In a way that makes you feel like you are being baked like a brioche or steamed like a bun. Wearing black is probably detrimental in such weather.
The humidity sometimes reminds me of the Plaza Hotel scene in The Great Gatsby where everyone was fidgeting about his/her secret that everyone else all knew. Hmm, how about a ride to Long Island then? The sumptuous castle and vast landscape of forest may calm the mind down. And please make it white, even better if white on white, as if I can feel the lick of cool breeze on my skin and hear the sizzling when the it comes from the heart of green.
Heels: Aldo THERARWEN