i hopped onto the bus to see if I could sniff out lara stone at the local borders.
and did. and then paid for the thick wad of glossy paper.
into evening, when I should have been writing various essays, I reaquainted myself with my sewing kit and took inspiration from french vogue to create the following tee. plugged in lots of lamps, a little hapzardly for hazy light and listened to the kills and edith piaf.
a happy coincidence, no, as i had watched la vie en rose just the night before.
and the end results.
this feels a significant moment for me, as i am finally revealing my face after much dithering and wondering.
now playing: only shallow by my bloody valentine