During the summer in San Francisco, a sunny day is by no means a guarantee. Even my neighborhood, reputed to be the warmest part of the city, sees its fair share of fog and mist. So when a cloudless sky greets me on a July afternoon, there's only one option: head up to the roof!
If this lucky occurrence happens on a weekday, I bring my laptop and work. If it's a Saturday, I'll sip Diet Snapple and read up on important news. This particularly bright afternoon found me fresh from a haircut and dying to break out the silk playsuit Lauren Moffatt kindly sent my way. Fun, no?
To my Bay Area guys and girls: If you're on the hunt for a salon, look no further than Ginger Rubio. I asked Kelly for late '60's bombshell layers and walked out feeling like Marianne Faithfull. Add a slouchy hobo bag, killer wedges and a faded denim blazer, and I'm ready for more than just the roof!