"At the ballet, you really feel like you're in the presence of something outside the rest of your life. Higher than the rest of your life. "
~ Robert Caro
. . . there are some things that are so heartbreakingly beautiful, they cause one's breath to catch -- the sad and longing strains of an opera, the moon on a midsummer's night, the rose gardens after a rainfall, and of course, the ballet . . .
{a cashmere affair, the yakobson dance studio in saint petersburg, russia, featuring local ballerinas for j.crew [here & here] via the terrier and the lobster}
. . . a million and one wonderful things still left to do this week, business trips and summer weekends away, projects & plans and letters & emails . . . and so, a few moments to collect thoughts and get lost for a short while in late-spring things -- glossy pages to flip through, a box of chocolate truffles tied with ribbon, the sound of crashing waves and the beautiful silence of warm summer whites . . .
. . . a very late but warm hello! it's lovely to see you again . . . this weekend was miles and miles of sunshine, some time at the shops and a new pair of perfectly chic suede summer sandals with gilded clasps; long walks at sunset and a saturday night film {bill cunningham new york -- [have you seen? so good]} with buttery popcorn; scented candles in the evening and strong coffee in the mornings, a table for two high above the world, with utterly breathtaking views of the city, and gardens overflowing with the intoxicating scent of white lilacs and sweet-smelling secret bunches of lilies of the valley . . .
happy monday! hope you had a beautiful weekend filled with little moments of repose & that your week is off to a perfect start, roséline xo