Oh, summer. In theory, the most perfect of seasons; the months between June and August — all lush, green and in bloom — where life begins again. Then comes the humidity. The typhoons. The cranked-all-the-way-up air conditioning. The staying-indoors from nine-to-five, just missing the sunshine and blue skies and that quiet lull of adventure.
Dress up, then, for the summer of your fantasies.
Imagine yourself — lips plump in a Charlotte Tilbury my-lips-but-better pink — in a secret garden, perfumed with roses with no thorns; bees that don’t sting, in a patterned alice + oliviadress, awash in the brightest shades hand-picked from every spoke of the colour wheel.