You and Leanna Decker both have a great relationship with your 6th period hippie photography teacher, so you can easily get signed off to leave campus during the afternoon to do “field research” or go “location scouting” for a project. (Plus, um, you’re both old for your grade, and recently turned 18, so this is all legal beagle .
There is something so staged cough cough ahem we mean classic! about this photo. The perfect pose, the reflection in the window that catches a complementary angle of the face, the vacant, Valium-infused stare. We got nuthin but luv for you, Artist Formerly Known As Ginger Spice, but when was the last time you, you know, did something besides wear t shirts and furs and stilettos but no apparent skirt to speak of?
Seriously, though, Tiah, no need to cry over spilled wine. You may have broken a goblet and wasted a little of your nice Malbec, but the important thing is you didn’t get any on your nice white lingerie! This is why we don’t wear white. Anytime we try, you can always see a timeline of coffee, bbq sauce, beer, and cum splattered across it. Thus our all black wardrobe. No one is the wiser!
Because, after all, you are banging, and that’s one of the most blissful stations on this big, beautiful earth. We’re sure we’re guilty of putting on our serious face when in the midst of an intense bone, but maybe we’ll try a smile… It looks so good on ya!
Ok, Gingers of the Universe. We hate to exoticize you or whatever. But your flawless skin and fiery locks just do something for us. Far be it from us to assume you are adorable in the streets and a tigresse in the sheets. Or that your skin would taste like sweet heavy cream. But your ethereal coloration just inspires all sorts of naughty thoughts and we’re tired of keeping them to ourselves!