Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter… tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Carraway‘s last words and the end of The Great Gatsby. Gatsby? What Gatsby? YES, I’ve been slightly obsessing over this movie (my cousins and sister probably think I’m crazy) and can’t go on without sharing anything that has to do with it. The music, the clothes, the actors, the city… Oh, how I would love to go back to the summer of 1922 to enjoy Gatsby’s perfect irresistible imagination, as Daisy likes to call it. Okay, stop for a second. This movie has gotten in my head!
Let’s talk about the pictures, shall we? Taken by one fine lady P whilst enjoying a lovely weekend in Amsterdam. Wearing my favo jumpsuit by Rihanna for River Island, walking on the comfiest Zara ankle boots and seeing life through a pair of Ray-Ban sunnies. Ah, tout simplement parfait!