Summer Risky Business
The newly planted herbs in the windowsill are dying a slow, tragic death. My always perfectly jeujed bangs are plastered to my forehead and for someone who doesn’t really sweat, I am sweating in places that I never knew existed. Guess what? Only dancers in music videos and Cindy Crawford in a Pepsi commercial circa 1990 look damn sexy in the blistering heat (though I can’t comment on the smell). For us regular folk, we just have to work it a little harder.
With no air conditionning, there seems to be little relief with the windows open, curtains drawn. With record-breaking soaring temperatures, modesty is at best, an afterthought. Perhaps this is high season for voyeurs since cooking in your underwear is de rigeur. And if we’re going to be prancing about in our skivvies, let’s channel Risky Business (without the long-sleeve since it’s much too HOTTT for that!)…

True Story: I have often happened upon a random dance party in my living room. Forever 21 Love Struck Bikini
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