When times get stressful, let's say I've laddered my new tights then got on the wrong bus whilst running late, you might hear me chanting "...go to a happy place, go to a happy place..". Well, this is my happy place. These poolside scenes of affluent 60's socialites first caught my attention in an exhibition in Brighton. They are true visions of fantasy lifestyles. Slim Aarons, I salute you.