Brother and sister

Precocious plaid partners.

Green without the envy.

Could they be their parents in style?

The greening of spring

If I have seemed withdrawn the past few days, or even weeks, it's because of the many things happening in various fields. Like shoots and seedlings, they have been unstoppable.

Right now, besides transferring files from an old to a new laptop, I'm preparing documents for an impending trip — one that a month ago I never would have expected. I am uploading images of necklaces I have just sold. I am once again reading literature. I suppose it comes with the new season: undeniable change.




Like florals suddenly popping out on the street.

I have always had a long list of plans; only now do they, one by one, fill out with sap with the hope of future blossoms.


Jacket, Springfield; floral shirt, Diesel; pants, Zara; belt, Brave Beltworks; laceups, Marlboro Classics; forest green skinny tie, thrifted; gold watch, Omega Seamaster

Markings on the wall

Trust me, I do not always enjoy layering, especially when office colleagues insist on cranking up the AC and I just want to bury my face in fabric and not talk to anybody. But I am not writing to you about thick skin, much less pet peeves.




In fact, this time, I have really nothing to say. Except maybe that sunlight, even at noon, is much more comforting than a cream-colored scarf. Which for certain unexpected days more than peeps through leaves, but manages to delight: summer in a yellow dress. Bright leaves sprinkled over dark gutter water.




These days there is no need to scrape for joy from the bottom of our jarful of minutes. No need to untangle any yarns.




Except maybe how we have forgotten to say what we really feel, which melts nakedly under the sun. Or thickens like dust on concrete walls, into grime.


Photos by Patricia Suzara

Thrifted wire-hem jacket and camouflage belt: both Izzue; jeans, Neil Barrett; sneakers, Bass; shirt and scarf: thrifted