Why Did You Wear That: Under the Boardwalk
Ah, where were we? Oh, that’s right. Dissecting summer’s sweat stains and cynicism, When I realized that I might be a little overdressed for housing hot dogs and giving the Tilt O Whirl a spin, I swapped my bodycon two piece for something a lot softer and a bit breezier: TOBI’s Desert Dreaming Dress Set. There are days when it’s so steamy you can’t stand the thought of anything touching you, not even Ryan Gosling with a puppy and plate of freshly baked gluten free chocolate chip cookies. Rather than give up on life by throwing on an oversized dashiki, find something in a natural (aka not synthetic) fabric that’s got some room to breathe and bonus points for clever ventilation design details.
Now, I realize the title of this entry may be a bit misleading. I did do a serious stroll down the boardwalk by the sea taking in all the scents and the scenery, but I did not find myself at any point in a place where I might be able to sneak off with some handsome surfer for canoodling beneath the pier (and not just because there were no handsome surfers anywhere to be found). Turns out, this boardwalk is exactly that– a walkway made from, you guessed it, boards. On one side, you’ve got candy apple carts, frozen beverages and burgers, and every carnival ride your mother wouldn’t allow you to embark upon for fear of a fate worse than Fabio’s. On the other side, there is a very impressive stretch of sand, way wider than many of the shorelines that have slowly eroded over the years.
Desert Dreaming Dress Set, c/o TOBI
Photography by Michael Stiegler


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Someone once said, “If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it.” Was it Confucius or Beyonce? I always get those two mixed up. In any case, a few years ago, someone did actually like it enough to put a ring on it. Sadly, he didn’t like it enough to keep his hands off of his boss’s secretary. No harm, no foul– saved me from a life in the suburbs drinking wine by the liter (and I don’t mean Santa Margherita) while coming up with new reasons to run errands at Target (the only entertainment in town besides Bert’s Stadium Sports Bar, formerly known as Blue Bonnet, RIP).







