I had a thing for a hippie chick in college named Fiona. She was a free spirit and I found that endlessly sexy. It kinda reminds me of Emily here, free spiriting it out in the woods with nothing on but her various piercings. It takes me back to a time when the bongs were ripping and the Phish's "Picture of Nectar" was blaring on the jambox.
I miss the hippie thing. It was a carefree kind of lifestyle and I understand that it doesn't last, which is why old hippies are always the saddest thing you can see. That and Native Americans who wear cowboy hats. Alas, we'll never get over some things.
So tonight when I get home, I think I'm gonna smoke a bowl, throw on "Hoist," and spend some quality time with these pictures of the gorgeous, free-spirited Emily. She can transport us all back to a simpler time when people weren't so concerned with anything other than where the next good time might be. I think we could all use a dose of that, whether or not we have access to mind-altering substances.
Photo Credit: Darius Ollison for B-Authentique