silk shirt-dress/ Enza Costa
sunglasses + hat/ H&M
I turned 22 this week and I know that I don't need a wheelchair or a walking stick just yet, but I still feel old. Afraid to see how I'll feel 10 years from now when 33 is on the ticker and I have to pull more responsibility out of my soul that I'm comfortable with.
Wore this out to a lazy brunch the morning after; nothing says 'hey look how young & sexual I am' like an oversized boob-covering tent, straw sneakers and a hat that resembles the floppy ears of a stray puppy. C'est la vie, and more macarons to ya.