i'd rather be sunning

I wasn't exactly looking to do any shopping while I was in Montauk (although I was rather surprised to see that they had a Screaming Mimi's in town, and unsurprised to note that I still could not afford to buy so much as a hanky there). Nevertheless, I ended up coming across this bag at the local annual book sale in the White Elephant section:



I thought it was a pretty appropriate purchase (and all of $1!) considering the weekend's activities. It also says "© Bag Bazaar 1978" on the front. This kind of bag IS my bag (baby).

and what a time it was

In a rare moment of solidarity with the analog side of things (I talk a lot more talk than I actually walk the walk) I decided to take only my trusty old Canon AE1 along with me this weekend, meaning that I wont have my own photos until I finish out the current roll, and get around to having them developed. However, in true Ringo fashion, I have raided the flickr accounts of dear friends in order to bring to you all what can, sadly, be only the tiniest taste of the magic that is Montauk.

















Photos courtesy of the illustrious Cassie, and the extremely generous Ben Duchac!

meet me in you-know-where

My bags are packed...



I'm ready to go! Have a supremely glorious 4th everyone, be back in a few.

Love,
Ringo

MORE more Chloe love

Now, I know that not everyone may share my passion for Ms. Sevigny. Nevertheless, you cannot tell me that this is not an absolutely glorious summer outfit. I mean, it's been two years for cryin' out loud, and she still looks so fresh! So clean! Personally, I think it's one for the ages. I wanted so badly to find a little plaid sundress like this for my weekend getaway, but no such luck. CS, once again, I tip my straw boater to you.

Once in a blue moon...

...is how often I wear pants (and I do, of course, mean this in the American sense of the word). They make make me feel painfully self conscious and exposed in a way that short skirts never do, but then, this is probably due in no small part to the fact that I insist on wearing only the slimmest of cuts. Hell, I'm a quarter Swedish--if it works for those Moderniteter girls, why not me right? Ah, my poor addled brain.

I would actually love to branch out and try a wider cut, high wasted 70's style, but I have yet to even glimpse the right pair, let alone get my hands on them. Oh, and pants are so expensive too! Another of my least favorite adjectives...