It felt, quite possibly, like the hottest day of the summer. I say this, however, about every day that the temperatures dare rise about 87ºF. I was sitting in my apartment with my friend/photographer, getting ready to shoot a couple looks, when in my peripheral view I saw a slinky silk slip dress of semi-familiarity. It was purchased last summer on a random whim induced by boredom from Beacon's Closet. I let a friend borrow it for Fourth of July and it subsequently was damaged by contact with rooftop fireworks (it's a long storty).
Little to infer, I hadn't worn the dress since.
When it revealed itself again, through a pile of discarded clothes on my floor, I took a chance. Surprisingly it fit through the pasta, bread, and wine weight of the winter. The dress actually fit better than the day it was purchased. It embraced the right places while still allowing a breeze to lovingly blow in my direction. The only issue was that it was completely transparent. Now, I've never been one to shy away from a nipple or see-through top. I'm usually the one to embrace and encourage it as an accessory of sorts but complete public nudity is still on my to-do list. The thought of people, albeit strangers, seeing my business was just not the attention I sought that day. Thus, I layered a simple bralette and a black panty underneath. I let the straps of my bralette fall around my arms and created a look that remained as nonchalant as I.