“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
-Oscar Wilde
“A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine”
-The Smiths
Wilde obviously never endured a blistering hot Los Angeles summer by the looks of that getup. Here's to the hopes of a bit more imagination coupled with the arrival of the air conditioner I ordered online yesterday!
