I think I'm starting to get this whole warm weather dressing thing down. Being from northern Oregon, I haven't had much practice devising outfits for a climate not most easily identified by it's perpetual dampness, so the whole open back, tank top, practical light-fabric-ness is pretty much entirely foreign to me. Today's weather appropriate rendition featured a silk tank top with a slasher-film-esque slit in the back provided said slasher was the most OCD psychopath on record and my favorite pair of denim shorts, which I adore for their whiteness and barely recognizable existence when paired with just about any untucked shirt. I decided to wear it for some of those oh so necessary palm-tree lined street/Beverly Hills photos. After spending an afternoon cruising around those iconic roadways, I've got to say-that grass really is greener. At least, it would be if I had a yard. Not that I'm complaining. No-after checking my iPhone's weather report this afternoon, I've got 88 degrees worth of reasons not to.