Cold Days by the Sea

ACNE blazer from Net-a-Porter Mr. Larkin skirt Cold days by the sea. They need to be embraced, too. For some reason, the waves sound even more beautiful on cold, desolate days. As we are wrapped up in sweater and jackets, all other senses feel numbed except for hearing. Hearing goes into overdrive, and the sound of the crash of waves turns into something similar to classical music for me. Maybe I’ve been listening to far too much Ludovico Einaudi, but this is what I feel when I’m by the sea on days like this. My lips slightly purple. My hair matted to the sandy sides of my face. Lyrical dance in my head that somehow makes it way all the way through...