I didn’t make it to the beach this holiday weekend, but I was wearing flip flops. For most of my adult life, I didn’t own a pair. Summers were so chilly in San Francisco, that I barely went without socks. But L.A. is the land of the thongs with its combination of mild climate and casualness, and it’s probably the number one shoe choice here. It didn’t take me long to succumb. Now, I’m addicted, and I always keep a spare on hand.
Stephen Frykholm [1] poster: Herman Miller summer picnic