I remember ‘summer’ back when it was a holiday for pretty much everyone – this for me usually involved a long haul flight back to Stockholm so I could spend four weeks pretending 15 degree water as phenomenal and enjoying a staple diet of freshly picked strawberries and watching a sun that never went down.

These are some of the fondest memories of my time in back in my home town, and I miss them something crazy from time to time.

Australian summer is different, it’s the cool bigger brother with sea-salty hair, a surf board and not a care in the world. Add a dash of fluro and glass of rosΓ© and you’ve got summer. This is exactly my plan over the next few weeks to squeeze every single last drop out of my favorite season.

kitey’s | sunday somewhere
fallen words top | love & anarchy
wasted love shorts | love & anarchy
‘steph’ sandals | alias mae