“We were together. I forget the rest.”
That could be the title of my autobiography. Or, this blog. Or…my schizophrenic, constantly changing sense of style. To wit:
Chloé silk tank, Pucci necklace & Charlotte Olympia clutch. This is possibly the chicest outfit ever.
I want this to be my summer uniform. Okthanks.
Lanvin resort. Where one would wear this, I’m not quite sure, but I dig it.
Remember a while back how I proclaimed that I really wasn’t an Isabel Marant girl? Yeah. I lied. Fully obsessed with this dress.
And also this Isabel bathing suit. DEAL WITH IT.
Never. Enough. Hot pink.
Chloe bag, arm stack.
Everything monogrammed, everything Clare Vivier…let’s repeat it together like a mantra…
(all images from my Pinterest)