Where I work, March seems to go on for forty, even fifty days, without so much as a breather. It’s a difficult proposition at best, and motivation is in decidedly short supply. The least I can do for myself, therefore, is give myself something to look at. However, it’s not especially wise to have pin-up pictures hanging around the office, so I’ll put one here and then bookmark it for later. In fact, I may put it after the jump, just in case someone walks in.
From the 2002 VH1/Vogue Fashion Awards in New York, here’s Angie Harmon wearing about as little as I’m allowed to imagine:
Keep in mind that this photo is nine years old; she’s probably aged a couple of months since then.