It's been a long couple weeks for Scarlett Johansson, I mean, long awesome weeks for the ogling community with views of her topless cellphone pictures, but I suppose longer weeks for her wondering why she ever snapped nekkid type photos of herself to send to whoever she sent them to for whatever reason, ah, to be young and in love, and hitting the 'sext' button on your PDA until quenched.
However, hotness never lingers, and Scarlett took her clothed sextastic-self to Milan, where all the super looking women of the world have gathered the past several days in a communal pool of lust-inducement to pimp fashion, while men stand to the side and wonder why clothes exist for ladies in the first place. Life can be so confusing at times. Personally, I recommend for Scarlett a new non-Sean Penn boyfriend shtupping and the new 8-megapixel Samsung cell cams, you know, just in case she ever wants to get all Ansel Adams again. Enjoy.