I kinda like these pictures of Scarlett Johansson in V Magazine , whatever that is, she sort of reminds of some hot starlet from the 70’s. I feel like I should have these printed out and hung on the back of my bedroom door, where mother can’t see them, but where I can talk to her before bed and make promises about buying a Trans Am and getting married and running off to Mexico where we can spend our days in the sun topless. What? It still might happen.
