Dear readers, I am BEACH BOUND. And I couldn’t be happier about it. I originally wanted to photograph what I packed so I could share it with you, but I am lucky I got out of the door at all! I tend to pack for trips the way a costumer might style a movie wardrobe. I pick a character or era and pack for that. My schizoid closet can make packing a chore, so I love this organizing principle. I originally planned to pack items that Audrey Hepburn might have worn on the French Riviera in the 1970s, but I hit up a sale at Levi’s and suddenly my summer wardrobe was more Appalachian watering hole than Cote D’Azur (see proof here).
This threw my packing schema into upheaval, but my suits and my polish choices are still heavily 70s (mostly American Apparel one pieces and a range of peach, burgundy, persimmon and one olive green).
I just finished reading Furious Love and am suddenly preoccupied with Elizabeth Taylor. I am a total neophyte, and am looking forward to tackling her filmography over the next few months. One of the things I loved most about the book was all the images and stories of Richard and Liz on various beaches and boats. While it is clear that Miss Taylor was not slathering on any SPF, I find her confidence totally inspiring. She was teased by directors and Richard Burton about her prodigious curves but it never seemed to get her down. Let’s all take that to heart, and to the shore.
(Yes, I bought a commemorative magazine at the airport. What?!)