There is a very similar posed faded picture of me that is nearly 3 decades old…somewhere. It was taken the last time this city left its mark on me and whose streets were just wondered again for the first time since those heady youthful days. Just out of frame in the original was a half dressed girl and a glass of tequila this time it was a wall of windows overlooking a spectacular sunrise and a coffee.
Given the period the old one was taken on a bad 110 camera after a long night out. My style was not quite as refined (think J Crew circa 1987…jeans, loud shirt, boat shoes, emancipated body and longish blonde hair). Now I’m a bit more bespoke and a lot of things have changed both there and with who I am. But this is Sinful Sunday and the the prompt is vintage so I give you the…
I give you the 70’s muted tones, excess, and newly established social standards.
The 60’s faded lines and blurred colors…and memories
and the classic black and white. As timeless in the 50’s as it is today. Simple, clean elegant and leaving the rest to the imagination.
Or click the lips to see all the other sexy sinners.