by Tara Osipoff on September 12, 2012
I can’t tell you how many times in my life I have loved. Too many times to mention, and there is not enough time for that tale. But, I do know that I have only been IN love just a few times.
IN love is so very different than love.
You love the colour blue,
you love your mother and father, your brother too,
you love your dog, your cat, your little cousin Sue
but IN love…
Oh sweet mother earth, THAT is different.
In love… it stops you in your very tracks and hits you like lightning.
In love doesn’t care about your past;
In love doesn’t care about the future.
The present moment is all that matters when you are in love,
not a second later,
not a second before.
It leaves you scared that it could possibly leave you…
But the fear is warm and keeps you thirsty for more.
In love makes you forget that the rest of the world is still spinning.
In love is the nights spent without sleep;
In love is the mornings that make you stay in bed.
In love is the feeling that nothing is impossible,
because if that “in love” exists,
then the world makes sense,
and that is all that you need.
In love makes you feel as though the universe made it just for you,
as though that love was handcrafted
to fit you at that very moment in your journey.
In love is a feeling that can’t be confused with any other.
No one ever said, “I’m not sure if I’m in love,”
because there is no mistaking it…
When it hits you,
That love consumes you,
Once you have been in love, it stays with you for the rest of your existence.
You can say that it’s gone, that it’s dead; but IN love never leaves.
It remains a part of you—for as long as you live—in an indescribable way.
I fell in love with the fall.
Fall is now an everlasting love on the list of the few I have had.
From the very first fall that I can remember, I was so very sure that this season was made just for me; that the earth conspired with my dreams to make my heart skip.
The burnt oranges of the weeping tree, leaves that gently kiss the ground;
the soft browns that steal my heart with their warmth;
the sweet smell of the crisp air that can’t compare to any other smell on this great earth.
The early mornings spent with tea, wrapped in blankets, not wanting to leave your bed; nuzzled in, just wasting away the day whispering with the fall winds.
The late nights spent awake with the whistling trees and the moon staring down at you.
The fact that no matter how many paintings are brushed with fall,
not one can describe exactly how fall leaves me inspired;
not one can truly explain how the bursts of deep colours leaves me feeling overwhelmed with comfort.
Fall is where the earth lays to rest; it sheds the layers of another year passed.
The earth whispers, “I’m ready to evolve again; I’m ready to feel inspired.”
It’s when the earth gives in to winter, where it tells stories of the year
and gets prepared to crawl into a dream world and dream up another bright spring.
Fall is the symbol of humanity’s journey; it gives hope.
It softly whispers, “My beauty is the proof of another beautiful year.”
Fall consumes me,
it stops me in my very tracks.
It consumes me,
The beautiful boots, from ankle to knee, drape your leg with warmth and express your every thought through their style.
The dresses, the cowl neck scarves, the plush pashminas. The mustard yellows, the burnt oranges, the soft burgundies, and the pastels with a fall touch—the colours that cannot be mistaken with any other season.
The fabrics so rich, couture knows no lovelier season—knits and trench coats, pea coats and leggings.
Gloves and suit jackets. Fedoras and berets, cloche hats and beanies.
I could try and paint in your mind a picture of the beautiful attire of fall, but instead I will just show you. Fall will be a busy time for my blog; I feel as though there isn’t enough time in a year to drench you in fall shoots, but I will do what I can.
This shoot focuses primarily on Michael Kors’ fall line of boots—boots so beautiful you are absolutely sure that they were designed by someone who feels a strong love for fall, who knows how to express their passion for a season through the detail of design. Michael Kors’ boots give you a feeling of craftsmanship, and from the moment you open the box you know that they are made well and with talent. They are not just boots: I assure you that they are art. These boots can all be found in town at Zoey’s Boutique. Zoey’s carries a wide selection of Michael Kors and other talented designers. It is located in the Old City Hall Mall, and you must stop in—not just for the boots, but also for all the other great pieces that this boutique has to offer.
Photography by Mike Phillips. Mike is back and shot my first fall shoot, catching the beauty of fall with that lens of his. He continues to push the boundaries of what we are capable of, creating such beautiful work.
Styling by me, of course.
Models: Alex, Jess, and moi
Thanks for reading—I hope you all fall just a little bit harder for fall this year.
Life is beautiful, dress accordingly.