High Fidelity

Do you know what I love most about summer? Over exposure. I don’t speak necessarily to the “sun’s out, buns out” mantra people hold to so dearly—though I’m all for wearing jean shorts that double as thongs, I guess (so . . . much . . . chafing . . . *shudder*)—but more the actual, physical brightness of the day. Walking around New York summer streets compares to being in a video game where the developer tweaked the contrast just a little too much, AND I LOVE IT.

And the reason why is because everything pops. That’s why summer boasts the fluoros, and the rainbows, and the tropicals. All those turnt up ROYGBIV colors that massage our eyeballs with their vibrating hues. Pure, blissful daylight results from the convergence of that spectrum, so why not celebrate such harmonious matrimony by rocking out with our co . . . lors out?

Ah yes, summer in New York: the most wonderful time of the year. It’s like being granted the opportunity to experience a real life Candy Land, though I wouldn’t recommend eating or licking anything off the ground. In fact I would strongly advise against that. Like, really strongly. Seriously, don’t do it. That is not a chocolate bar on the sidewalk, nor a lemonade puddle on your stoop.

H&M dress and platforms; J. Crew socks; Forever 21 shades; Vintage belt; Handmade necklace and pom-pom earrings.