This is what I look like in my head, every time I’m having a posh, relaxed summer stroll down the city streets.
Never mind that I don’t live in New York, don’t have brown hair, don’t own that dress nor ever wear the ones I do own unless it’s a very special occasion, and don’t employ parasols. I mean, I am aware of all those things, and I ignore them in favor of the fantasy, so you should too.
[Photos: Pacific Coast News]
