I’m always a littled bummed out towards the end of August as summer is slowly losing it’s grip here in the North East. I associate so many good things with summer, as a kid summer’s dragged on but in adulthood it passes seemingly within the blink of an eye. It’s early summer and before you know it the end of August is here again. Summer has such a defined beginning (Victoria Day/Memorial Day) and end (Labour Day), and endings are always a little sad.
Marie Héloïse getting in touch with her inner anthoropologie side. Makeup by Alexa Gould.