This is the month where everything begins to feel slightly undone in the best way possible. Coats are carried more often than worn, sleeves pushed up absentmindedly, collars left open. You start to favour pieces that move: cotton that lifts in the breeze, linen that creases by midday, fabrics that respond to the day rather than hold their shape against it. Nothing too fixed, nothing too deliberate. A shirt borrowed from cooler mornings, worn loosely over something lighter. A light scarf that feels almost unnecessary. A shoe with an open toe – is it too soon? Interiors follow suit. Windows opened just enough to let the air shift things. Curtains that don’t quite fall back into place. Flowers, if any, a little imperfect, slightly overblown. April resists anything too arranged, too symmetrical. It favours the in-between state – where things are changing, not yet fully formed.
