So the weekend saw the posh and the even posher come out in muted colours for the Cartier International Polo Day in London’s glittering Windsor… and forgive us our elitism un momento por favor, but t’seems they breed a better class of streaker at these events. Can we talk? All were ra-therrrr Hotty McHot, and we even find the socks to be a cute little touch in the touch-yourself-inappropriately manner. Hooray.
More owcha magowcha streaking hotness after the break. We-thank-you.
*takes up polo; finds it too hard; returns to bumming*