Although Labour Day weekend is in the past, I still haven't been able to shake myself completely out of vacation mode. Thus, I've found myself rifling through old images of past getaway trips, wistfully dreaming of the next break I can rustle together.
Of all the photos I've dug up recently, the ones I took a few years ago in Venice bring back the sweetest memories. You can't really take a bad photo in such a mysteriously beautiful place, but the shots I got still pale in comparison to Canaletto's vedute style paintings of the old waterways.
That top image?
It's exactly how the canals of Venice look in my mind. Murky and bottle-green, with glinting bits of jewel-like blues being reflected in the water from the clear skies above. And those floating buildings - just magical...
If I were to go back, right now, this is how I'd have to look for an afternoon stroll along the waterways. The city makes one feel as if there must be some touch of ornate adornment about one's person; the Sara Battaglia cage purse and those Marni earrings could do the trick.
As for everything else? I figured an easy black dress would be perfect, along with a little touch of something striped. Just for the kitschy reference to those black-and-white tees worn by the occasional gondola man...
NB Top Image Courtesy Wikipedia.