Dreaming of Preen

Online window-shopping is a godsend during bouts of insomnia. A bit of cruising on Shopbop resulted in becoming completely enamored with Preen, more so than I was already:

Wishing I could own this entire look—both the Angelo Bustier and Serpent skirt—hair inclusive. I would even be satisfied with some approximation of this. The colors, the gypsy look, the ode to a blasé bohemian life. Free-spirited, gone with the wind.

Sweaty summer nights spent in Spain, with only fairly lights, Spanish guitars, and a good beat. There’s nothing sexier than Latin dancing, than perhaps a Latin man who can dance.

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