This post has nothing to do with R29 or style, really, it's more of a gratuitous "Hey, New England beach days are kind of the best" thing. This particular one is Duxbury, which is closer and cheaper than Singing Beach, but less sandy and next door to a (really gorgeous) swamp, so buggier in general. Great little snack shack. Warm water. We stopped by last weekend with a friend in town from Philly. Enjoy!
All-American tomboy being all-American, tossing a little pigskin surf side. (OK, Nerf-skin, but still.) Commence swooning.
Looking on in a J. Crew anchor print beach cover-up and reaching for matching flip-flops. Vintage shades and Ikea tablecloth-as-beach-blanket, as well as a copy of Renata Adler's Speedboat, which so far is wonderful and a "cult 70s classic" recently republished.
Fancy's t-shirt says "polite as fuck" and it's awesome.
So many rules!
After awhile of hanging out in and next to the waves, and narrowly escaping ominous storm clouds rumbling by further inland, we packed it up and headed into town for some lobster shack realness.
Tiniest red chairs!
Fried scallops, fried shrimp, fried fish, french fries.
God, I love beach days.