Not necessarily making guesses, but propping myself up in every crevice of the stellar private house Guess rented out for its SXSW pool party this year. Water guns, stone bonfires, beach couches, and sugar overload made for two hours that I'm close to locking in as favorites of the entire week. THIS close. I had such a good time perching on every towel bed in the circumference of the area that the dismay of the festival ending has not even clicked yet. Apparently, lounging poolside whilst inappropriately clothed is the ticket to euphoria.
Legitimate festival weapons...by Guess.
(topman sweater, zara trousers, vanheusen cap)
These striped pants will come with me next time I engage in water gun fights. The amount of
compliments I received have granted it immortal status.