Summer in Italy is such a dreamy affair. On the coast, uniform umbrellas dot the sandy shores. Pastel pink and yellow buildings sit perched against rocky cliffsides overlooking the water below. Though Italian summers can get pretty hot, there’s still something so magical about the idea of gelato and vespas and pizza that make even I wish I was back in Sorrento right now, even though it’s the middle of June.
There’s something about a woman in a bright pattern, a bold shade of lipstick, or a colorful heel that always catches my eye. She’s confident, she knows exactly who she is, and she doesn’t need a safe color like black or beige to keep her head held high. Her personality isn’t beige, or blah. It never was. She was born to stand out and command attention.