There’s a degree of perfection in this scene… and I’m not just talking about Anita Ekberg herself. It’s the paint of the classic convertible, like rich creamy milk; the pillared architecture in the background, the fact that the little sprig of roses on the dashboard matches Anita’s pastel pink capri pants and headscarf, and the faraway look in her eyes. You sort of want to be there.
Via.
More vintage inspirations at that link.
