I have known for years that I am not a 'summer person'. Sometimes, after a long winter, I fool myself into thinking oh, I can't wait for the beach days and to get a tan and to walk around in singlets. WRONG! I then remember I hate summer clothing, sweat stains, and exposed thighs. The only decent thing about summer is siting on my parents' balcony or a rooftop bar drinking mojitos or sangria with my friends.
Stay tuned. In a fortnight I'll be back in Melbourne for a bit and complaining about the cold. At least I'll be able to dust off the boots and blazers.
Photo: The Sartorialist