We've always loved beachcombing. The smell of salt and warmth of slanted sun and the wealth of pleasures scattered, glittering, across the sands. Seaglass and shell, wrack and jewel, the soft breezes against our skin, just us, alone, until it's time to head back to the bungalow (cocktails waiting, we're sure). This mermaid-floaty chemise is what we would wear. Wouldn't you?