I fucking love summer. I love it so much that two weeks ago, I started setting an alarm for 7:15 a.m. when I know the sun is going to be out so that I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to walk through Nolita before 8 a.m., when the weather is still so fresh it smells like a newborn and the streets are so quiet and unassuming, innocent in a way they never feel when it’s cold. Sometimes I take a deep breath and close my eyes and wonder if I squeeze my lids tight enough, whether time will stop moving. I know it won’t, but I don’t care. I fucking love summer. I love it so much.
And there is no holiday that I look forward to more emphatically than the 4th of July. It’s like Christmas without the presents (-1) or the depressing doldrums that follow (+2) in that in both instances, we’re celebrating persecution that led to birth. Bet you never saw that coming from an outfit idea story, huh? I’m almost sure I only wrote it to see whether our Editorial Director, Leslie, would cut it or leave it in. If you can see this, surprise! She let me have at it. If you don’t, well this is all null. But I’m digressing! The point is that I fucking love summer. I love it so much.
I don’t know what you have planned for the long weekend, but I do hope that you get a chance to join your people outdoors — anywhere! — for a BBQ. If you don’t, that’s totally fine, I’m still going to run ahead with these outfit ideas in anticipation that you could use them at some point. If I’m wrong, that’s probably because I’m ridiculous and choose no pants over pants 10/10 times. Unrealistic, I know, but the FUPA wants what it wants.
