Loose Summers soaked with careless moments and lounging about. Body strewn on couches, beds, lilo’s and even the poolside tiles. The thick and pungent smell of chlorine piercing the air as it permeates through the atmosphere from a scorching Sun’s glare. Hair hangs free, and my lips are plastered with sunblock so that they don’t dry from the devious and humid kiss that nature relentlessly deals. Top without a bra because constraints are shit and limitations are misleading… read more >
Remembering The Tamiya Frog
What do you get when you combine Californian Baja Buggies of the early 1980s, with an amphibian, and an old Japanese delivery truck? Well, in
