So, I've been thinking long and hard about how I'm going to graduate with a bang and bridge my life into adulthood, or not really -- "college." This summer is vital to my survival as a fairly well dressed woman of the ages of adulthood that are going to tacking onto my appearance. I've decided the only way to do this is to dig up my roots, which I consider to be my freshman year of high school, embarrassingly. Through this nostalgic and upsetting process I've rediscovered the Jane in me; the woman at my roots. I'm totally going to be channelling an intelligent playwright, the reading glasses collection is coming back, skirts are in, and red is my favorite color again. As an inevitably filthy bohemian, I rarely make overtly girlish fashion choices, so as a part of my concept I've decided to channel mojitos, big money, big love, long lashes and bows in my raggedy wavy hair. Take these, put them on my newly tan dancer's bod, stick the two of us on a beach along the coast of the Ibiza Strip and tell us to act like the love child of a Frat and Socialite and there's my SS '11 Fashion Concept: For the Riches. Pour les riches, mes beaux enfants, nous naîtrions dans nos rêves.
Source: Yvan Rodic. ** Moral of the Photo: Wear more skirts; use the ocean as a guide.
Brigitte Bardot **Moral of the Photo: Pastles vs The Earth = Jane on the Ibiza Strip
Brigitte Bardot **Moral of the Photo: Wear more red
Doutzen Kroes ** Moral of the Photo: Taking care of people does not mean they control you
Brigitte Bardot **Moral of the Photo: Spend more time with my dog, barefooted, out of doors
Sienna Miller **Moral of the Photo: Buy more skirts
Duffy ** Moral of the Photo: You don't gotta' be French, if you catch my drift.
So tis' to the summer, Kat! See you tomorrow.
xoxo Abe
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