I've decided - from this point on, I'm never wearing clothes again. Bye bye clothes, hello naked body! Hello jail time!
And here is a tribute to all the annoyingly confusing sexy-beach editorials in fashion mags (who are mostly read by whom? That's right, women and gay men! I suppose we do want to look better than every other woman when we're in a swimsuit, so maybe sexy-beach editorials give us inspiration to somehow become super sexified. But that's not at all a solid theory.)
So, now we know exactly how we should look at the beach. All we need is a skinny yet toned body, bedroom eyes, sand all over our skin (preferably because we've just had a romp in the sand), water around us, and voilá, we are hot, desirable, skinny bitches.
Seriously, though, there are some wonderful beach editorials out there. They're not all like this, thank the Ten Commandments.
This photo appears more sexy and alluring to me than the others. I want this dress; I do not want those swimsuits.
And I must admit, I am the girl who has to have a new swimsuit every summer, mostly because my friends can't see me in the same swimsuit that I wore last summer! That would simply be a catastrophe!
(all photos via fashinogonerogue)