Summertime Sadness

It's literally summer time, and sad.

Have any of you guys ever felt this way before: You woke up one morning (feeling flawless, if necessary) to the saccharine chirps of yellow warblers, feeling all refreshed from the fulfilling ten (or any digits above seven, however you would prefer) hour beauty rest you've had the previous night, whilst stretching yourself to get your muscles moving. When you're slightly more clear headed after a few seconds, you had this somewhat insightful cogitation: 'Why are birds even out during winter?' Suddenly, you registered this: Spring has finally inaugurated. You beamed. You immediately jumped out of bed, freshened up, donned on your Manolo Blahniks (or any other shoe brands) and teetered your way out.

How is it? Did any of you ever felt this way before?

No? Come on, I'm positive you did.

Still really no?

Fast forward three months after Spring (the conventional amount of time for Summer to approach), with the above aforementioned story as narrated, - me illustrating a picturesque (hopefully) imaginative scene of life in New York City - phasing into the climate change of freezing to cold to cool to warm and eventually to scorching would result to an obvious and redundant case: Change of Outfits. I may seem as though I speak like I've experience the gradual transition in climates, but in actual fact, I don't. I'm actually situated at the equator of the planet called Earth (which we are all residing in, that's an overly oblivious statement to conjecture), and that's why I can only propose and present this: Summer looks.

Now the aforementioned 'picturesque' scenario continues: You prep for bikini season.You went on a diet, purchased shaving cream, got a fake tan and bought your favourite swim set. You visited the beach. You had a blast at the beach. And another blast the next day. And the following day, again. You'd comprehend after the fifth: F**k this, the weather's being a bitch. 'I'm just going to stay indoors.'

With the sun being ever unforgiving and searing with the atrociously high heat intensity, why not consider the paramount concept of denim shorts with a simple tee? Too 'dressed down' for your liking? Pair them up with a short sleeves printed shirt (bright colours or florals, if possible, to 'embrace' summer) and your favourite sneakers, in my case, Superga.

'Shirt over tee? The weather's already blasting at 37 degrees (Celcius), layering is not my choice!', said someone who hates the heat. Fret not, you can also look chic without compensating to the weather. Slip into your favourite tank top (no spaghetti ones, please) or muscle tank, pair them up with a white denim berms and some strappy sandals. Or heeled sandals. Just remember those pedis, though.

'Eww, the outfit is so.... Disgusting, dull and dead!', said the aforementioned hassle (and annoyingly troublesome) individual. Get a printed tank top instead, pair them up with chino trousers, or if the heat has already became your arch-nemesis, go with a cute broad shorts. Get into none other than a pair of Sneakers or covered heels instead if you think it's a bother having pedis done.

'But I don't wanna wear a tank top!! Which part of - I want my arms covered but then again, not perspire - do you not understand?', the bitch became angsty. Go with a utilitarian shirt, or a basic (no pun intended) white shirt, with the sleeves folded slightly to not overly conceal your forearms and then suffer from a heatstroke. Pair with a coloured shorts and some wedge sneakers to give you height and attitude.

Four ideas for your summer looks, what do you guys think??

(Image 1: Grey tee from Zara, Elephant printed shirt from Zara Men, Denim shorts from Topman, Sneakers from Superga. Image 2: Grey tank and White denim berms from Topshop, Sandals from Charles & Keith. Image 3: Tank from Zara, Chino Trousers from Topman, Sneakers from Superga. Image 4: Olive shirt from Topshop, Shorts from Topman, Sneakers from Buffalo)

Image credits Monochrome Mafia