still waters run deep

You know those tests that used to go around in emails, or somewhere.. you know what I mean, the type where you have to choose 'beach' or 'lake'? I'd have the hardest time deciding. I love them both, and both produce such different colours.




But I must say, there is an aspect of summer that pulls at me even more than the beach, and that's that deep, deep mystery of places that have lakes, rivers, deep forests.. memories of summer camp, of that heady mix of nature, the unknown, unknowable world of boys: cute boys, those wild, untamed creatures, so unlike us, who played sports well and moved with such swagger, and lived in the bunks way across the lake. During the day, they pretended they didn't know us, but at night, in the dark, they'd steal across campus and 'raid' the girls' bunks, waking us in the night with a kiss. Then steal back to the other side of the lake.

Ah, yes, the lake. All the mystery in the world can be found in a summer lake.




I've been wanting to do this post for a while, even before I saw Jen's lush shots of her husband & photographer, Dr. Crusader, aka Freddy ('the man behind the camera'). I know this is going to have to be part of a series of posts, because I am obsessed not just with a colour scheme right now, but textures: forest green, soft brown leather and fur, purples and clarets and all kinds of blues, indigo and deepest midnight and the bright pop of a little neon green and even turquoise. Maybe it's just because it's so cold and wet, that I can't even think of wearing the shades of white and palest faded pastels that I was wearing on holiday. Or maybe it's just the memory of the one consolation to summer ending: that back-to-school frisson of excitement about winter clothes. Burgundy jumpers. Dark green corduroy.




Whatever the reasons, I'm starting to wear those colours now. I find myself making combinations in my head: I'm in a world of clarets and navys and deep, deep greens. I was flipping thru old photos to try to find examples of what I mean, but I haven't seen much in the past year that looks like what I plan to wear, what I expect to see (I just read today something about Stella McCartney and a forest green blouse: that's the girl!)



These from my first photo shoot, last October, with Georgie and Estelle, in Regent's Park. The other photos are from our wonderful friends' Jim and Maryann's mill house, in Tranquility, NJ, and some - like Annie's shoulder in the rain- from the Dominican Republic.

Which are you today: deep dark lake, or sunny sandy sea?