11.21.2010

redondo beach

Redondo beach on a deserted Monday afternoon: eating freshly shucked oysters and steamed crab, bird watching on the pier, sitting on a bench looking out at the ocean view, discussing all the possibilities of the next years of our lives, soaking in the happiness of living in the moment.
























































Outfit details: T by Alex Wang shirt, Chloé dress and platform shoes, Of Two Minds suede jacket.




August 21, 1853

Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach. The crash of every wave awakens far-distant reverberations within me.

I hear the rumble of bygone days, and in my mind the whole endless series of old passions surges forward like the billows. I remember my spasms, my sorrows, gusts of desire that whistled like wind in the rigging, and vast vague longings that swirled in the dark like a flock of wild gulls in a storm cloud.

On whom should I lean, if not on you? My weary mind turns for refreshment to the thought of you as a dusty traveler might sink onto a soft and grassy bank.


- Gustave Flaubert to his wife Louise Colet

tu me manques ♥