Someone once asked me what people in Santa Barbara dress like and I didn't know what to say. Flip flops and cargo shorts? Camisoles and bell-bottoms? Everyone here dresses like they don't have a job.

I happened to be on State Street one day when this fabulous couple was crossing opposite me. They were thin and handsome and smiling, and somehow they just belonged in that tasteful California way I've always been sort of mystified by.