come around sundown.
They don't call it magic hour for nothing. Though sundown comes and goes within a matter of minutes, if you get your timing right (along with two incred photographers who know their way around a camera) you get some pretty flattering lighting (reflections of the sky the lens of sunglasses was necessary) and I must say it gives my skin a healthy glow.
Yes I am carrying a boombox in the second photo a-la John Cusack in Say Anything. Those things are actually quite heavy. Not sure how you can hold that thing up in the air for long periods of time. Props to you young Cusack. After shooting something typically girly, pink hues and all, I opted for a tougher look calling upon my ever faithful denim + leather combo but with a slight retro slash thug slash boyish charm. To tell you the truth this is probably what I feel most comfortable in. Relaxed leather shorts and an oversized vest with an equally oversized tee featuring an appearance from my favourite mouses that go by the name of Mickey and Minnie. And one again for the umteenth time, headwear. I will probably march right back to Sportsgirl tomorrow to buy myself another one of these slouch beanies. Take my word for it.
PS. Devon please move to Sydney. Kthnx.