Oh Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me
Growing up in cloudy, southwest Washington, my sisters and I often begged the sun to appear with the Mr. Sun song. In the song, the sun is hiding behind a tree, but, for us, it was usually a cloud obscuring the golden light. There’s no need for the Mr. Sun song in Tucson. I watched it faithfully rise as I did my morning yoga and then absorbed enough light and heat for the entire day during my photo session.
Dress, Diane von Furstenberg (consignment). Shoes, Isaac Mizrahi. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Earrings, Capri. Scarf, Olia Moda.