To my favorite admirer…
This is my first time in Colorado. It feels like a secret whispered between mountains…quiet, crisp, and full of little wonders waiting to be stumbled upon. The air carries that blend of pine, woodsmoke, and early winter sun that kisses your skin even through the chill. It’s the kind of place where inspiration comes easy… and clothing feels optional.
I slipped away to Salida for a few days—just me, my camera, and my appetite for the charming and unusual. The town is full of these impossibly cute little shops, the sort you wander into “just to look” and leave with a handful of treasures and a story for each one.
I found myself drawn to a tiny boutique with creaky floorboards and velvet armchairs. I found this stack of vintage Playboy magazines—the kind printed on that thick, buttery paper.
There’s something about the old covers: bold, cheeky, unapologetic. They made me smile… and think of you.
The sun dipped low and warm enough for mischief, so I stretched out on the deck with nothing but my Louis Vuittons. A muse has to keep her admirer inspired, after all.
I hope wherever you are, you're feeling the warmth I’m sending your way. Consider this a little postcard from my world to yours—sensual, sunlit, and signed with a wink.
Until next time,
XO, A
Your long-legged muse