What you really see is...

While on vacation with my family, we were walking down a quaint little cobblestone street where vendors were selling their things, when I kept noticing a lady out of the corner of my eye whose dress kept blowing in the breeze. The only thing was, there was no breeze. Being with my fantastic wife, I couldn't turn to see what was going on without being "that guy". So I kind of made my way around a vendors table, and low and behold there was Marilyn. Well, a statue of her anyway. I think your mind sees what it wants to sometimes.