S P R I N G
While I hear the vibration coming from my windows caused by a thunderstorm as I write this and my feet still freeze to death if I’m home without slippers, I’ve been into a heavy Spring mood since March began. I blame that one week when a window opened and we all thought the goddess Persephone had anticipated Spring for us. Not too soon, she probably said.
That window lasted for a week and that’s when we shot this editorial on the terrace of where I live, a place like there are thousands in Barcelona and which, nonetheless, are so undervalued. Sunbathing, crossing to the adjoining building to chat with Paz, wearing flowy dresses and micro bags are some of plans for this Spring. Please, Persephone, gift us the miracle.