JUNE BLOOM

As summer is approaching I thought it was really important to start showcasing how we dress out our summers. Summer is my favorite time of the year because the days are long and the nights are always warm and SO beautiful. Fruit just tastes SWEETER, water just goes down easier and everything just feels like it's going to be alright. So to kick off our first vintage shoot for summer, here is June Bloom. 

 

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SHOT BY: PAVIELLE GARCIA | MUSE: MOLLIE PAPOULOUTE | STYLED BY: CHRISTINE POON

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“Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me”
— Jane Eyre
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Wild Swans, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.

And what did I see I had not seen before?

Only a question less or a question more;

Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,

House without air, I leave you and lock your door.

Wild swans, come over the town, come over

The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

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WHEN YOU WANNA EXPRESS YOURSELF SOMETIMES YOUR WORD GETS IN THE WAY...
— KANYE WEST
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I feel like the special thing about Sonder is not only Brent's angelic 90's r&b reminiscent but still current voice and song writing but the production as well. There is always an unexpected twist of instruments used, for example the lovely piano at during the last minute and a half with Brent's harmonizing. They truly make beautiful music.

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