I remember the first time I fell in love with a swimsuit. It was the summer of ’05 and I was in Positano, Italy with le famileh. The sun was setting and the waves were just callin’ my name so I pranced on outside with my two younger brothers giggling and dancing behind me and frolicked in the Italian waves for hours (I don’t know about you, but I come from a family of cupids clearly). And what else would I be in other than a swimsuit? Well, a wetsuit, yes, or maybe my birthday suit, but both of those options would be bizarre. Why would you even suggest them. I happened to be in a one-piece cherry red and sailor navy blue striped suit, and I felt so European and stylish.
The second time I fell in love with a swimsuit was in the summer of ’09 when I was going on a boating trip with a friend. I managed to transform into a swan every time I went swimming because of the most delicate and dainty bikini I had ever laid eyes on. It was a ruffly, milky white bandeau top and simple white bottoms. I truly felt like this (Ryan Gosling not included, unfortunately).
And here I am, Spring (Winter?) of ’13, falling in love with a bikini all over again.
Meet the Australian line, Rittenhouse
, all jazzed up for summer.
Would ya look at this?! So whimsical, I adore it.
I’ve always been tempted by one pieces, and this one maintains that little bit of youthfulness with the tied string back. Quite charming, isn’t it?
I feel as though you have to have a certain element of sass with this. It’s so minimalist, yet daring.
Currently, I’m hanging out in the executive class lounge in the airport. My ticket randomly upgraded, and I wasn’t about to complain, guys. This place is awesome. I’ll be walking out buddy buddy with a few of the wealthy business suit clad men any minute now, and be discreetly stuffing my pockets with as many of these croissants as possible.