I find it mildly terrifying that it’s already June. Where did the year go? I’m still in a January mindset – gearing up for the year ahead, getting all my ducks in a row… It’ll be Christmas before we know it.
C’est la vie.
Indeed, it feels like just yesterday that Fernanda and I were dashing around The Parker, shooting ahead of the Louis Vuitton Cruise show in Palm Springs (one of the more magical experiences of my
lifetime). In reality, it was a good month ago. Sitting here in the early quiet of my office building, layering up in coats, I could not be further removed from lethargic Palm Springs. Except, perhaps, for the chronic nosebleeds – then caused by overzealous blood circulation, and now because I have a wretched cough off the back of whatever everybody in Sydney is sick with.
We can dream though – back to the heady heat enveloping this twilight oasis of Old Hollywood, retirees, and the distant echoes of Coachella,
stumbling on croquet sets, giant chessboards, fairy floss bikes to match Fernanda’s fairy floss hair, and every other runway favourite you could think of. All in the name of marie claire‘s July issue and, perhaps, Alice in Wonderland.