New York Day Three
I’m an addict of the worst kind. The ones you see in twos and are disgusted by, the ones who’s joyous highs are never-ending and make you want to dig a hole and die. That’s right all, i’m a total love stoner. It felt only right for our three year and six month anniversary that my fiancé Peter and I do it up in the most romantic, epic, and cheesiest way we know how in the great city of new york…on broadway, to see romeo & Juliette no less. The poetry of Mr. Shakespeare makes this universal tale of impossible love the ultimate romantic drama-dy, and I lived in every single rhetorical apostrophe. No lie, I was moved. Then at the end of the show Orlando Bloom auctioned his shirt to the highest bidder which sort of ruined the mood, I guess any shameless behaviour is acceptable if done for charity. I digress, I am completely in love with being “unconditionally and irrevocably” in love with my best friend. I cannot wait for that day where we celebrate our love story’s birthday by vowing to each other that we will be partners throughout this crazy adventure, forever and ever, and to make it official, seal it with a kiss. My greatest accomplishment in this life will always be, being the kind of woman that makes him love me…
Powa’ Of Love Suit
Lanvin for H&M jacket, Lanvin love necklace, Jacquie Aiche body chain, Alexander McQueen bumble bee ring, Marc by Marc Jacobs suit, Louis-Vuitton leopard clutch, and Chanel oxfords
New York Day Two
Just love that wearing sweatpants, oh i’m sorry Rag & Bone velvet harem pants is totally ideal accompanied with a tuxedo jacket. Seriously, in 2002 would you ever have thought pairing your juicy tracksuit with heels would be dope, and not scream walk of shame? And all this thanks to the incredible mind of one genius alone. Thank you Kanye, for inventing leather joggers and pitching them to Fendi, you truly changed the world…
Velour Always Makes The Best Tracksuits
Chanel earrings, Tom Ford tuxedo jacket, Zara blouse, Rag & Bone velour pants, and Christian Louboutin Equestria boots
New York Day Two
Like most of the non-sociopathic individuals on this earth, I love animals, like adore! So you can understand my predicament when I get rumbly in my tumbly and decide to eat mammal of some kind, how the whole situation becomes a bit of a conflict of interest. Theres vegans, pescatarians, I consider myself a hypocritical vegetarian, love em’ to death, but I wear em’ and eat em’. It’s obtuse I know, and in my twisted psyche i actually take it seriously. I refuse to eat lobster or shrimp because at the point of ingestion they maintain the same form as they once did when alive. Where am I going with this rant you ask? I love my snakeskin boots, and hate myself for loving them. Same thing goes for fur of course, but shit get’s even more serious when god’s creatures are fluffy. Animal cruelty is primal, disgusting and makes my skin crawl no pun intended…but If this beautiful reptile already lost its life, I will honour him by making sure those boots kill, pun intended, every ensemble they are a part of. I sold my soul for Tom Ford…and I swear I just feel awful about it.
I’ll stick to Stella McCartney’s vegan leathers next time
Max Azria knit beanie, Zara jacket, Current Elliott denim shirt, 3.1 by Phillip Lim shirt, American Apparel leather skirt, Balmain Pierre bag, and Tom Ford anaconda boots
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