

Shapeless Zara pants*, H&M tank top and blazer, Vintage leo sneakers, Salvatore Ferragamo clutch*aka trousers, as I am always corrected by my British friends. What do you call it? Pants? Trousers? Solid leggings? It doesn’t matter. First day back, I did some work on KNEON, salivated over copies of my favourite magazines (I’ll show you tomorrow), cleaned up my room (disaster zone), and headed out to my favourite ribs place. I am still too full. And remember what I said about having my dslr? Well, I lied. It’s just way too heavy. People are always surprised when they hold my camera. It’s basically a canonball with a strap.