I always dream of a balcony when summer comes knocking.
A bottle of wine makes a cameo. We are talking about good wine here, one that i don't have to open myself, cuz i am useless at that.
Cue the music please, a jazz tune, with a rimshot with enough sass to have passerbys dare dig holes in the cloak of night just for a mere glance. And of course cigarettes, for the look, can't do aerobics with a collapsed lungs now :).
Summer is romance. it's sticky, it's intoxicating it's HAWT!
Romance needs many things: excitement, lust, intimacy, stolen glances, if you a lucky loads of sex:)... and of course a gown is one of them. Pardon me, i meant gowns!:)
so let's dress her
in Rodarte.
But let's save that for dinner, for a ball or a party that never quite leaves the front door:)For the day, for the day, something by Malene Birger comes to mind
or lavin
Thursday, 28 May 2009
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