'Round about this time of year I start to long for an escape, and my daydreams inevitably lead me to the beach. I don't care where in the world I land, so long as there is surf, sun and sand. Give me a gauzy sundress, a skimpy bikini, and some SPF 500, and I am golden (well, pasty white, but you get the idea). Bonus points if there's an airy beach house for midday naps.
Seaside stripes get a girly tweak with a ruffled tank. Crisp white linens--whether in the form of a man's button down or freshly washed sheets--flutter in the breeze. I always wear sunglasses outdoors, but with the equinox drawing near, I sometimes take them off and revel in the squinty quality of the sun.
Blue and white are not the only maritime colors this girl can get behind. Mix rattan and natural linen with the greens and taupes of beach grass and a juicy pop of semaphore red. Madras plaid looks fresh on a broad-brimmed hat--and is reflected in the oversized brown gingham of the chairs.
Another unexpected twist! Sailor stripes are the hero of blogland, and here they get a graphic update in black and white instead of the traditional blue. Golden hues, from a nipped-in belt to bent cane furniture, call to mind a colonial veranda.
Turquoise and coral versus periwinkle and peach. The former is a tried-and-true combination. The latter, a softer twist on the classic. The former brings to mind a vivid tropical paradise. The latter pays homage to the flat, scrubby isles off the coast of Georgia. Either way, you can't go wrong.
One of my favorite summers was spent in Nice before my final year of high school. Sunbathing (topless!) every afternoon; visiting the homes of the great artists (Matisse! Chagal! Picasso!) and witnessing firsthand the incredible light that was their inspiration; learning from the French that simple (a sublime dress! a bare window!) is always best. Am I right or am I right?