Spain in white lace
The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.
It’s not Italy, but this Spanish setting reminded me of the Talented Mr Ripley. A stunning sliver of beach surrounded by soaring cliffs, historic remains and little else. We had it to ourselves,the wonderful Platja Fonda. And there we lay back, waded in the shallow aquamarine waters and catch up on a friendship that now exists on different continents.
I wore a white lace dress from Zara, which is probably long gone now. It also came in a wonderful shade of blue at the time. Deep Yves Klein Blue. While Spain is very much blue, it’s also white. White lace like a Roberto Cavalli collection. Like an old Chloe campaign. Soft and romantic and made for wandering deserted beaches. It was the perfect choice for that day.
Do you ever remember moments by what you were wearing? My outfit memory is often better than my memory. And when I think of this holiday, I’ll think of this dress and this moment.