Perfection is not a label I use easily or often, but Saturday morning was just that–perfection. Waking up before the sun, we basked in the quietness and stillness of the transition from week to weekend. We watched the world come alive as the sun started to peek through the windows and created elongated shadows on the walls. It was a quiet, slow, unpressurized start to the day. A couple “just five more minutes” turned into hours of being in bed. There was something about that morning that made the world not exist for a while. Talking or not talking, it didn’t matter because it was just us under the covers. That was our world and that was all that mattered. It’s a morning that we will never forget and will always strive to replicate. Perfection is underrated.
b: h&m tee, h&m beanie, naked and famous jeans, wolverine 1000 mile boots, daniel wellington watch, raybans
Once we finally mustered enough willingness to leave the comfort of the apartment, we headed to our favorite brunch spot, Lincoln. No Saturday morning (or any morning for that matter) would be complete without iced coffees. We filled up on huevos rancheros and parmesan eggs, and treated ourselves to a dark chocolate sea salt cookie. With our hearts and stomachs full, we enriched our minds by seeking inspiration in magazines like Love and Kinfolk, and books like Maison Martin Margiela. Before grabbing sushi for dinner, we shopped around Old Town Pasadena.
We couldn’t think of a better way to end an already amazing day than with drinks on a rooftop bar. Feeling on top of the world (literally and metaphorically), we took in the view of Downtown Los Angeles over classy drinks. We got there early enough to snag a bench in a corner tucked away, and it was back to feeling like the world was just the two of us.