Now, this is what happens when I hang out at a friend's studio. I end up with the silly idea that we are doing last minute preparation before the big day happens. And that I'd be the first face otherwise known as the model who'd open the défilé. I guess at the end of the day, it really is hard to undo all that accumulated fashion-related hyperconsciousness of mine since I've laid hands on an issue of Vogue at age 13 (and I never really look back... not even one bit). Lastly, no matter how much I say I hate fashion, it's here to stay for as long as I live!
Tart Optical lunettes, Zara navy blazer, Uniqlo tee shirt, Levi's jeans