It may be -20c here but somewhere in Buenos Aires women in l'age are dancing the tango.
Love the leggings with the shoes.
A hit of red or two. And the smile - who wouldn't smile in the arms of that Leonard Cohen lookalike?
An evening dress in daytime.
It has long been my ambition to learn the tango and find a sunny plaza where a small band plays, sangria is served, and where I will dance away a Sunday afternoon. Can this happen in a northern clime? I have hope, but it's slim.
These evocative photos taken by the fabulous Mrs. V. (a photographer and so much more, see her blog here), capture a time and place where women in l'age scintillate with eclecticism, exude passion and capture the imagination of their stylish partners.
Sure, there's yoga, pilates, and bootcamp of all sorts - I'll take the tango.