Somewhere at the crossroads of good humor and vulgarity lies my new fascination with ironic clothing that calls excessive attention to what’s underneath it. Maybe it’s because I’m finally with a straight guy, so they’re less ‘awkward liabilities’ and more ‘bonus fun anatomy’? Not positive. Anyway, life is too short to be taken too terribly seriously, so here we are—in a subtle, illustrated number; a more cheeky, shell-printed thing; and, a bathing suit top that Ariel could dig.
What do they all have in common, besides stating the obvious?
They put me in a really good mood.
[Cali Dreaming Aries shell bikini top + bottom, not pictured.]