We drove through apple orchards full of white blossoms with the windows down listening for spring peepers and smelling the coming storm on the wind. Small, quaint houses and abandoned barns are passed on our mission to reach a small antique and vintage shop. We arrive to a yard full of junk and curiosities. Metal figurines of flying pigs, stone statues, doors, and even the occasional tub fills the grassy lawn with interest and eccentricity. Inside hosts even more bizarre items from deer's heads with vintage wedding veils on top to a collection of vintage telephones. It's easy to see why it's crowded; every corner holds the potential for a hidden treasure.

My movie preferences are highly influenced by the seasons, so it should be no surprise that warmer weather and sunshine makes me long for Esther Williams. There only was and ever will be one Esther Williams. Isn't it a wonderful piece of film history that made a beautiful swimmer and diver into a movie star?

Hi, my name is The Clothes Horse, and I form inappropriate crushes on girls snapped by street style sites. I am not alone--others have confessed to this sin as well. I've even mentioned it before. So, while I have no idea who this gorgeous redhead is (other than the important details of serious style skills and possibly the name Louise), I can't help saving pictures of her to my computer from all the best places (Dans Paris, Sartorialist, Facehunter)...