Sometimes I fantasize about floating to the edge of a deserted island (with an unlimited supply of those pills that function as food, an axe and a queen size inflatable mattress). I’d spend my days, sloth-like, on the bleached white beaches, observe the tempting neon fish as they hang ten over the water’s edge, and nimble-as-a-billy-goat explore the rolling green expanse (no smoke monsters here). I need some vivid nature to heat up these winter neutrals. Doldrums, be gone!
[Photos by Salva Lopez]