Woops, dropped a pin. Apparently you can come find me now, so I better run. Oh wait, I meant to drop it. I also meant to geotag my instagram, check in on fb, and open myself to a whole crowd of stalkers that I secretly wish I had. Just kidding...Let's face what's real here. It's Friday, a.k.a. wear a dress to work day. A dress with a neckline that completely disagrees with it's back-line, so when the clock ticks 5...BOOM: blazer off and you storm off texting, tweeting, and dropping pins so the world sees nothing but the only part of body that your phone addicted self will be showing, your back. Didn't your mother teach you not to text and walk/ drive/ dine/ drink?
photography by Ryce Yanez