Late summer

Monday, 30th of August, 30°C. I can barely breathe yet people say summer is over. Good luck if you are like us trying to find that perfect white beach tunic or even a beach towel… its all gone, some 3 weeks ago during the "everything must go" summer sales. New York is already daydreaming about autumn.

For us summer lasts until the last day we can wear sandals and our feet do not turn blue. We don’t measure our seasons by Barneys windows and editorials in Harpers Bazaar. No we don’t.

This summer we are having a late departure. On Friday we are off into the late summer serenity, towards a softer light and still warm blue sea. Mykonos 2004.