If I could mix the elements just so to achieve an unsettling symbiosis. If I could strike the delicate balance between clean and dirty, jagged and smooth, pretty and scary, right and wrong, then I would really have something. Like anything of interest, it's elusive, it's fleeting.

Not exactly one of the boys/skate park glitz - Keke Lindgard by Knoepful & Indlekofer for "Airwalk," Vogue Germany, July 2010

"'Oh, God, oh, Jesus God, why must they be either brutes or choirboys? Stewardess,' she says, grabbing the girl's arm as she passes in the aisle, 'I don't want a drink, I've had enough. I only want to ask a question of you. Don't be frightened. Why are they either brutes or choirboys, do you know?' 'Who, madam?' 'Don't you find that in your travels from one continent to the other? They're even afraid, you know, of a sweet little thing like you. That's why you have to go around grinning like that. Just look the bastards right in the eye and they're either at your knees or at your throat.'" -Philip Roth, The Professor of Desire

Knick knacks and body parts/showcased and discarded  - scuba-esque, a day in bed, back talk, fat zippers and skinny heels, prickly pockets softened with wrinkly linen, collected intimates, feet in motion

Don't fight the heat, embrace it

Summer resolutions: 1) Get it together. 2) Spend afternoons in hammocks. 3) Opt for simplicity. 4) Get more than enough sun. 5) Work on a novel. 6) Take motorcycle trips. 7) Flee the city. 8) Go out and be seen. 9) Consciously reflect. 10) Make things happen. 11) Work up a sweat. 12) Don't overdo it.

Say yes now: -Ocean-colored nails -Athletic undergarments -See-through crochet -Bum-skimming baby doll dresses -Coconut oil -Little white dresses -Raw hemlines -Fish bone braids -Chanel Galapagos lipstick -Tank watches -Leopard and polka dots -Plaid and floral -Hot orange -Overdone eyes -Mega-high top-knots -Hot orange -S&M shoes -Lolita-esque -Mesh and netting

for example...

Braless/shirtless

 

"By then she was sleeping not in the house but out by the pool, on a faded rattan chaise left by a former tenant. There was a jack for a telephone there, and she used beach towels for blankets. The beach towels had a special point. Because she had an uneasy sense that sleeping outside on a rattan chaise could be construed as the first step toward something unnameable (she did not know what it was she feared, but it had to do with empty sardine cans in the sink, vermouth bottles in the wastebaskets, slovenliness pat the point of return) she told herself that she was sleeping outside just until it was too cold to sleep beneath beach towels, just until the heat broke, just until the fires stopped burning in the mountains, sleeping outside only because the bedrooms in the house were hot, airless, only because the palms scraped against the screens and there was no one to wake her in the mornings. The beach towels signified how temporary the arrangement was. Outside she did not have to be afraid that she would not wake up, outside she could sleep."

-Joan Didion, Play  It As It Lays

From white sky morning, into the night. Find the air and suck in, chest open, pushed into light/Texture matters: denim is thick and rumpled, cotton fragile, lace yanked thin, leather coarse and scaley - "You Promise We'll Never Come Back? I Promise," i-D, Summer 2010, Miranda Kerr, shot by Willy Vanderperre/"Surfin' Costa Rica," Elle Italia, June 2010, Behati Prinsloo, shot by Matt Jones/Numero, Issue #67, October 2005, Bianca Balti, shot by Greg Kadel/i-D, Summer 2010, Constance Jablonski, shot by Cedric Buchet/"Macadam Cowboy," L'Officiel Paris, May 2010, Erin Heatherton, shot by Patric Shaw