No. 3 Soiree du Mode

I was late but that’s not anything new, I am always tardy to get places. Couldn’t function a wardrobe but ended up leaving the apartment with one hand painted black and two feet exhausted from the weeks day planner. We arrived gracefully in accidental matching tips dressed in midnight, mirrors and spikes reflecting off of … Continue reading →

NO3: Conference Du Presse

Walking in one becomes confused as you peer over foam rimmed glasses as everyday beer drinkers in polos from Walmart chatter away enjoying their 5 to 7. It’s perplexing not only because I am draped in robins egg blue bow with matching mini shorts but because I was their to attend conference du presse for … Continue reading →

Caravan Kids: Christian L’Enfant Roi SS12

The bell tower shook me and glaring up at each intricate detail outside caused me to shudder underneath my pearls. By Thomas models guarding the entrance like relics of fine spring strings unable to move. Walking in, a spirit, not that of god, grabbed me away from the usual hatred I am tormented with in this haus … Continue reading →