I'm glad to tell you guys I finally got a pair of Doc Martens for a reasonable price from a second hand store in France, so I hope you understand I virtually can't wait until this sunny rather-warm September days go off and serious cold and rain make their appearance. Until then, here is some quality street style inspiration. Enjoy!
Although the band is from Oregon (USA) this song is in fact about my hometown, Oviedo (Spain), where apparently the singer spent a year as an Erasmus exchange student. A friend of mine showed it to me some time ago and I freakin' really like it. And yes, there are peacocks in the trees in Oviedo.
Not kidding at all.
Paris, 1952. Paul Almasy.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bend in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn tem realy about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.