I have found that sometimes you have to forget its a heat index of 109 degrees outside, grab a pair of cut-out booties and rock them. Apparently Savannah has no idea that it is almost September, and is continuing to dish out some outrageous temperatures.
But as I pour over the gigantic September issues of my favorite glossy magazines, I can't help but lust for the lushness of fall. Cozy sweaters, buffalo plaid and rich colors.
Until then, I'll continue to rock the cut off denim, and light weight fabrics. Sneaking in a bootie or sleeve in there somewhere.
Oh fall. A gal can dream right.
And because no shoot is complete without a little hair whipping, a outtake fit for Willow Smith.