Tie Your Heart To Mine

Walking in forests or on beaches, along hidden lakes, in latitudes sprinkled with ashes, you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark, pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water and the weather. Out of such softened relics, then, with hatchet and machete and pocketknife, I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them…

– Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

outfit details: old top & trousers (similar) | vintage bag | boater hat | sam edelman sandals