Mark Twain once said, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Well, he certainly wasn’t kidding. One would think living in California is all palm trees and sunshine… well, not so much.
After returning from the east coast this week, I realized how much I miss a real summer. You know, the almost unbearable heat that lingers long past sunset and the humidity that can curl even the most perfectly coifed ‘do. While it rarely dips below forty in California, the summers are never as warm as those of the east coast. It never, ever feels like summer. “They” tell me it gets warm starting in September, but I don’t buy it.
These bright brights are just going to have to get me through the mild California summer. Perhaps wearing something bright will radiate its own heat.
Lingerie: Deobrah Marquit
Bracelet: Tom Binns
Shoes: Miu Miu
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