“She was all in pink, and a wreath of little pink wild roses lay close about her head, making her, with her tall young slimness, look like a Botticelli nymph.”
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, describing my spring/summer aesthetic in The Making of a Marchioness.
Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring;
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Of course I’ll hurt you, of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Romee Strijd photographed by Maciek Kobielski for The Last Magazine Spring 2017
Stylist: Vittoria Cerciello
Hair: Rutger Van
Makeup: Virginia Young
i want to just lie in spring grass for a couple weeks you can find me glowing and covered in flowers
spring - picking flowers and eating fruit on a picnic blanket
summer - watching the waves and sharing ice cream on boardwalks
fall - going to coffee shops every afternoon and playing in crunchy leaves
winter - snuggling up in warm blankets and drinking hot chocolate with big marshmallows
i love spring,, i love my skin and my heart being filled with sunlight again
horrifying
