By Rhea Cortado
For the months that I was a beach bum living out of a suitcase—and a bucket and clothesline was my wash/dry cycle—bikinis were my underwear. In the tropical heat, wearing anything structured or proper felt as ridiculous as walking in stilettos on the sandy waterline. Back on the mainland, I’m always searching for a way to hold onto the comfort and carefree attitude that a tied triangle … Read More
