It’s time for a new muse, especially since I shamefully neglected to find one in January. This month I just had to pick the lovely Roseate Spoonbill. She does what I would call American vintage to absolute perfection: little colourful thrift dresses, peter-pan coloured tops and lace-up brogues. Ah, it just makes me want to jump on the next plane to the States.
images: from her flickr