A sweater made of roses.
A pair of enormous leather satchels FIVE TIMES THE SIZE OF MY HEAD.
A bunch of hydrangeas shoved into my belt, and a pair of soft, slouchy pants (seriously, if it were acceptable to wear flowers like this, I would do it every day. I might even start wearing pants! Fuck it, I might just do it anyways... the flowers, not the pants.)
(My dreams courtesy of Vanity Fair February 09, shot by Marcin Tyszka)
24.2.09
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