Hayley Marie Coppin takes a day trip to the historic Round Tower in Portsmouth and the sea air, once again, works its mischief. She arrives dressed for a summer stroll: a brown crochet sleeveless top layered over a white boho mini skirt splashed with an orange and red paisley print, gold sandal heels wrapping her ankles, gold bangles stacked at her wrists, and oversized sunglasses perched at the top of her head like a woman who is entirely too cool to be worried about anything. Against the ancient brick walls and iron staircases of this seafront landmark, she looks like a fashion editorial waiting to happen.
The staircase proves her undoing, or rather her opportunity. As Hayley climbs the weathered stone steps, that short skirt flutters and rises with every movement, flashing the scarlet red of her thong and more than a hint of everything beneath it. She grins back over her shoulder, completely unrepentant, perching on the old sea wall with the grey English Channel stretching out behind her and her skirt doing absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty. What the tourists at the Round Tower saw that day is anyone's guess, but the camera caught every glorious moment.