As seen on: Bozoma
It’s a resort throw-on in the truest sense — light enough to ripple when you cross a marble lobby, opaque enough to keep the swimsuit underneath as a rumor. Season 15 was a lot of women trying to out-arrive each other in Palm Springs, and Boz, newest at the table, simply floated in like she’d already booked the cabana for next year. That’s the trick of a proper cover-up: it isn’t hiding the bikini, it’s protecting everyone else from having to react to it. Lesser women wear terrycloth. We do not know those women.
Permission granted, obviously (the alternative is a sarong from an airport gift shop, and we cannot have that). Into the Vault →

