Check the hand-dyed hemp and shredded cottons, nice. Oh, and the whacky cool recycled shoes, and, girl I dig the tussled hair and windswept moving postures: tattoos climbing your neck, colorful jungles wrapping your arms, and that delicate Japanese script down the backs of your thigh and calves. Sexy. Savvy. Shabby chic.
You’re worth a fortune. I can’t begin to guess how many Benjamin’s you’ve dropped at cash registers cuz I know you’ve got to have triples of everything, how else will you stay eco-fresh as morning rain?
You’re worth a fortune. I can’t begin to guess how many Benjamin’s you’ve dropped at cash registers cuz I know you’ve got to have triples of everything, how else will you stay eco-fresh as morning rain?
