santa cruz has schizophrenic summers. fog rolls in off the bay and chills the streets, then the sun comes roaring through and withers everything. be prepared.
shirt: bcbg max azria
sunglasses: flea market
wool sweater: christian dior
stacy and I walked along the beach and got sand in our shoes. we rode some roller coasters on the boardwalk and ate funnel cake that really tasted like nothing. I had an ice cream cone. it was a good day.