floral party on the deck at five

On Wednesday night, Chelsea and I made a deal to do a photoshoot at five o'clock the following afternoon, and sure enough, I was waiting at 4:59 with coffee on Santa Rita's porch. Chel-bell wore this outfit that day, and was the sun ever shining! She looks like a flower.


Our philosophy is sunshine. And coffee.

Mr. Francisco Camacho

This here gent seems to always be well turned out. I told him I'd be stealing his bag...he told me to return his scarf. And shirt...

I'm thinking a clandestine trip to raid his closet might be necessary: I've got my eye not only on the bag, but the blazer...and the pea coat... and a certain cardigan I know he's been hiding. If I were Frankie, I'm fairly certain I'd give the lovely Santa Rita girls my clothes, so as to avoid the sudden realization that my entire wardrobe has disappeared.*



*This may or may not be a threat