man, i love this picture (via the sartorialist) and this space. i just want to lick it all over. i know it looks dirty. i'm just weird that way.
i recall this girl i used to work with waitressing when i was a teen. she was all older, like in college, and pretty and wicked cool. she had that awesome kind of olive-toned skin that was always perfect and healthy looking.
i don't remember her name. and if i really think hard on it and try to remember her i'm not sure she was too smart. just a hunch. but back then she was like the coolest.
so, the story i'm trying to tell is that we were out back taking a break this one time and she says to me, "you know how when you wicked love somebody you want to take a big bite out of them? like their arm or something?"
well, that's similar to how i feel about this picture.