l’air du matin
You wake up early with the windows open, the linen curtain breathing in and out with the breeze. The air smells like fresh coffee from the press. Barefoot on the tile floor, a little cold at first, but you’re warm again after a quick shower. There’s a cigarette in the ashtray from last night you don’t remember lighting. You move through your morning ritual slowly. Jewelry on. Sip coffee. Makeup. Relight the cigarette and take your time. There’s nowhere you need to be just yet.
Inspired by easy mornings, Irving Penn, and air as fresh as the French countryside.
Stay toasted, xx.
