Oh hello, you. You pretty young thing. So spritely and vaguely Lolita, yet grown-up all the while. You’d take me from weekend sleepovers to work to looking vaguely put together for a date afterwards, all in one fell swoop. By making yourself available, you’ve become indispensable. If I had you in ... Read More
Bag Whore: Mulberry ‘Del Rey’
Ostrich. So luxe it gives me the goosepimples. Or hee-bee jee-bees. Tomato, tom-ahh-to. Regardless of what you call them my own skin starts to resemble that of the thousand-dollar-priced material just after a moment's glance. (The look never works for me as well as it does for a luxury bag, ... Read More
Lust List: Valentino Rockstud
I've been obsessing over these babies since the Valentino Rockstud debut. I truly don't think I'll ever tire of the kitten heel; they were my first ladylike shoe. My first pair of heels. And you know what they say about firsts... . . . x {image via} ... Read More