It's no secret that I love The Odyssey. Well, I certainly don't mean it to be a secret anyway. The first time I read it, I hated it. Hate. The second time I read it, I thought it had, at most, several redeeming qualities (Odysseus is, undeniably, an awful but lovable scamp. The third time I read it, though, I just lost it, or rather, lost myself in all of Odysseus' journeys. Every sassy comeback Odysseus yelled, every moment of strength Penelope exhibited, every mention of "wine blue water" and "dawn with her rosy fingers," was beautiful in a way it never had been to me before. When I was at the Brooklyn Flea a few months ago, I was able to pick up a new translation of the epic that I plan to read this summer. There's no denying that Odysseus has his problems. He probably has more problems than the average bear, even. But I like the idea that we're all sort of on our own Odyssey - moments of pride that get us in trouble, our curiosity leading us to exciting - sometimes worrisome - places, coming home but having to leave what we know behind again. Something about this dress just makes me think of The Odyssey. It's probably that the pattern reminds me of ancient urns, and the curves also make me think of waves lapping on the shore. So, despite the wild (or, considering The Odyssey, wildly APPROPRIATE) winds, I wanted to take some photos by the water. I think I might have even seen Odysseus' ship bobbing out at sea.
Dress:Asos, Tights: Macy's, Shoes: Korks by Kork Ease, Jacket: Salvation Army
(I wasn't kidding about the wind)