Cutie on a Norton. Check out those shades. And that bag. Homegirl looks like she's going to beat up the next chickie who rides by on a vintage Schwinn.
This picture is making me reconsider trimming my bangs again. They're at that horrible shaggy dog phase and I can't bear them. The problem is that I don't feel like myself at all without bangs. I thought I'd indulge Fauxhawk, who says unhelpful but earnest things like "I would prefer to see your face" and "I think you look better without mascara." (WHO LOOKS BETTER WITHOUT MASCARA? No one, that's who.) So I started to grow out my bangs and I fear I don't have the patience to deal with the dreaded Period of Growth until they look like longish layers.
Why am I talking about this?
Because my brain is mush.
And my back hurts.
And I'm a little bit bored.
Where was I? Oh yeah.
BICYCLES ARE GOING DOWN*. I think we've seen enough of them, even if they are green and virtuous and convenient and quirky. DOWN WITH QUIRKY. UP WITH BASSASSERY.
That's what I say.
Photo via Audrey Hepburn Complex.
*Unless you are one of those badasses with a fixed gear bike, in which case you are exempt.
