After stuffing our faces with breakfast at Kono’s (nothing beats an oceanfront view over breakfast), Queenie and I went for a quick stroll on the beach before heading back up the 5 freeway to Los Angeles.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to California winters. They can be a bit misleading. When I see sunshine, I’m pre-programmed to break out the shorts, which is fine while in the sun, but as soon as a breeze picks up or I find myself in the shade, I’m afraid I might freeze to death. So of course, Queenie pulled the gentleman card and lent me his All Saints jacket which made an interesting prop while we shot.
I often find using borrowed things a bittersweet experience. The idea of wearing something that doesn’t belong to you is always thrilling, however, the pleasure is fleeting because you always, always, have to give it back.
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