faux fur and white wine on the seaside

by Rachel Lynch in

She doesn't sleep when the sun goes down. She only wears bodysuits and fur. Yesterday, she painted her toenails neon blue and drank orange juice on the balcony. She's taken up surfing and died her hair blond. I suppose in a way, she's trying to be full of summer. It's winter in the penthouse and she wants breakfast in Brazil. I told her for now, breakfast in bed will have to do.

santa monica