Cy Twombly, Quattro Stagioni, Autunno
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies, is the last line of Keats’ To Autumn.
These very autumnal colors are pretty, and I’m in the mood for pretty– especially if it were a hat from Lanvin. I seem to be stuck in autumn today when Spring is only 7 days away. Maybe I’ll snap out of it when I go out to look for fabric.
Chekov had another quote with twitter in it that seems apropos of today’s twitter scene: “in our youth, we twitter like a bunch of sparrows on a pile of manure.”
I refuse to look at any color except for yellow. Must be a Spring fetish.