“i wasn’t really naked. i simply didn’t have any clothes on.” // j. baker
as much as the thick summer heat has prompted daydreams of prancing naked through the sprinklers, i’m not sure my neighbours would appreciate my breezy spontaneity – nor would they welcome the view.
not a puritan, i’m just prone to wearing clothes because i like them – and because they obscure that which needs to be hidden – also, i just happen to think black flatters me more than wearing nothing but a smile; but that’s where going nude is most important.
if i’m showing any flesh, it’s a quick peak at the collarbone, or those provocative ankles of mine, but it’s my pout where i let it all hang out. it’s positively steamy how naked it gets all up in my face.
➝ source : the nude slip via sara happ
➝ source : hepburn honey via charlotte tilbury
➝ source : sheen supreme lipstick in impressive via mac