The day we visited Death Valley National Park, temperatures rose to well over 115 degrees. I’m not used to that kind of heat. Here in the Netherlands people become a celebratory bunch when we hit 75 degrees. That’s when people start walking around in their swimwear on the street. And I, god knows why, was wearing a black playsuit in the hot desert. I thought the piece would look great with the gorgeous scenery in the background.
Needless to say, the heat didn’t play well on my mood that day. One word uttered in my direction and I could bite off your arm. Note to self: work on desert attitude. Nobody looks good in the desert either. Unless you’re Shakira, or Beyonce maybe, who have made a fortune just looking like bronzed goddesses, you are bound to look like you’ve just finished your chores in the barn. Which is good if you’re going for that kind of look. Sweaty, hair dishevelled, completely caught off guard. I don’t know what I was going for with this one. In my mind I thought of some desert warrior, with a colourful, dreamy backdrop. Or some futuristic amazonian type of thing. I don’t know if it worked. I want to think that it did.
But then, to you it may look like that girl from the barn.