Last Wednesday, cladded up in candy pink, I was glad to be wearing woolly layers and jeans. Believe it or not, the afternoon we shot this look was a particularly chilly one. It is March, and the soon to be unbearable heat of Summer has been thrusting the mercury up. But for no reason, that evening, the clouds were ganging up on us and threatening with rain. Even if the cool temperatures offered us a soothing afternoon, we were forced to shut the panoramic doors because the mischievous winds wouldn’t give us a rest.
El Miércoles pasado, ataviada en color rosa de pies a cabeza, me reuní con unos amigos en el bar del Crowne Plaza. Aunque no lo crean, el día nos regaló una tarde fresca a diferencia de las jornadas anteriores en las que habíamos palpado el calor propio de Marzo.