Something about summer is rebellious and barefoot and staying up way past our bedtime. As the earth completes its transition from chilly monochrome to tropical profusion, we go with it. From beef stew to gazpacho, from layers to linen, from bundled to bare. Toes that have spent months inside socks inside boots under wraps and galoshes make their social debut painted coral or cantaloupe or iced cappuccino.
Shoulders appear, followed by midriffs and thighs.
Hairdos are cropped, pulled back, piled up. Even with everything we know, the urge to turn a little bit golden is hard to resist. We do our best to civilize summer. But no matter how we try to keep things running per usual, our souls won't cooperate. Beneath that power tie beats the heart of the girl from Ipanema.