Sundays urge me to warp backwards… mostly to avoid the futures Monday, but also…. Sundays are meant to bask, marinate, and really… look damn good for no reason at all. Jump on a bike, take that bra off… but please, for god sake, make sure that belly’s button is covered. A little spritz of extra volume in that mane… skates, ice cream, weapon of choice.
So. On that note. Some of my favorite ladies…..