Getting Lucky in AugustNicole Steinberg
Put on an antiquey shift and baroque collar and stand in the garden, gorgeously tarnished. You’ll like this: eyelet lace and knitted silk in a cool, cerulean hue. Look rich and take on the world—risk the Riviera, quietly glam. The end of summer was easy, decadent; I sprayed your nectar on and couldn’t stop smelling myself, black & blue in the woods in my salt-ravaged dress. Midnight laser-cut with flecks of gold, a nod to a past era— the moment I first came across your body: tangled, soft and berryish. Come fall, you’ll give your diaphanous beauty to a seafaring American, rugged in butter-thick leather, carrying chains.
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