A Friday, September 2017 // Fall will forever be one of my favorite seasons. And I have New England suburbia to thank for that. Fall leaves, apple picking, oversized sweaters and cardigans - cozy, right? (Breaks for an hour to buy another sweater.)
There's the pumpkins, the pop-up Halloween stores and the homemade soups. And in between all the usual craziness that the beginning of the end of the year brings, we have to find time for it all. Including at least one day at a local fair.
The vibes at a fair around this time of the year are truly unique. The lights lining the spokes of the ferris wheel and slightly shaky rides are a neon rainbow asking for some long exposure work. I've always wanted to try my hand at more photography; and lately, in this awful creative funk, visuals have continued to be absolutely gratifying and mesmerizing.
The spectrum of color at a fair is the perfect backdrop; challenging my usual fall palette of maroons and olives with bright pinks and saturated periwinkles. Balancing this color with silhouettes, complementing them with vintage feels, or reimagining them with otherworldly visions is key.
On this early fall, still technically summer, night, I'm with one of my most fashionable friends - Angela. Running into old faces from high school is expected, but the amount of pierogis I was able to get for $5 was not (a lot, to be honest). Strolling through the buildings filled with award-winning pies, art and cows - it's all very Hannah Montana movie-esque. One day I want to make it to the West Coast, for Instagram-able pink walls and unlimited sunshine. But for now, I'll take in this season of saturation.
Love always, Marisa