She had...the unfailing coolness acquired in the endless struggle with the heat.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Last of the Belles
Perhaps one day the above could be said about me, but I seriously doubt it. Still trying to navigate how to get from A to B without looking like a hot mess. Five NYC summers and two years in Texas should've gotten me acclimated to the humidity, right? Ahhh... at least they served as signposts for what lay ahead.
No pressure or anything, but today I began teaching a summer course focused on the themes of fashion and culture; a few students looked like they came to class straight from the runway.
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