Portraits of San Francisco III: The casual

The dress code in this city is clear: casual, casual, and even more casual when it's not direct sportswear. In fact, in the neighborhood where we're staying, which by the way is called La Marina (beautiful name ;-), absolutely everyone wears sportswear because they spend their days training by the sea. Luckily, when I say sportswear, I don't mean leggings with pills and a Bacardi-night-out t-shirt, which is what you usually see in Spanish gyms. No, here they wear the most professional gear, but they don't venture beyond that.

This lady, however, wears casual very elegantly. She told me she used to work for the Christian Dior boutique, and I certainly think it shows in how she wears the deconstructed jacket and her immaculate red nails. She has something, they call it allure.

I'm off, we're going to Las Vegas to celebrate my Husband's birthday, woohooooo. What should I get him? In Las Vegas, anything is possible.