Well, I'm vacation bound and you know what that means: time for a new brand of
Boogie Woogie, Sucker Mother. See what I did
just there? As it happens, I had planned--or rather been lured into--an inspiration trip of sorts away
in light of the current climate conditions and when I say current I am
referring to the heavy grey clouds that were infiltrating the sky from
the first o'May until a few hours ago. And then the sun came out and I was all, "crapola." In an instant, the escape factor was terminated. Still, the beach is calling so I am going. And as a parting gift, I give you this:
It's an effort to leave the bottom half of your body stationary while you exercise your arms and chest. And it should be said, Judy Blume was absolutely wrong, this will by no means increase your bust. In fact, it may minimize that shit. No offense to Margaret, but she was an idiot. Still with me? I hope so. Multi-level connecting, people. Childhood glory. The Oprah of female puberty. Okay now, bye!
Acne tee,
Citizens of Humanity jeans,
Tibi shoes,
Linda Farrow sunglasses. Photos by
Naomi Shon
