| Travel |So, funny story. Where do I begin? I've been meaning to share this with you guys but was held back several times because I'm trying hard not to jinx it. After all, right after hinting a camel trip to the Sahara via a virtual 612 by 612 px - I got alarmed by MERS and subsequently cancelled the tour. More recently, you would have heard of the fatal Ebola. While Ron and I have been worrying on an every half-daily basis checking news like Instagram feed, praying in every direction, I ended up infected by a bacteria myself, staying cooped for the last four days owing to stomach flu. That bug left me with a shoulda coulda woulda. Screw it. Let the countdown begin. Oops, I forgot. Yes, here it is, I'm heading to Marrakech, Morocco! I can't even- Just gawk at these.
In the game of double dying and canvas coating, one can expect great utility in varying styles - casual luxe, neo grunge, or any walking statement that connotes a fancy troublemaker.
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Here are three rules to wear black in Manhattan - in winter: Layer-Texture-Layer. And here's the attempted Greenwich industrial casualty having a go at a restructure via overused staples from burdened excess baggage. The irony.
Unimpressed? I give up. Wanna protest? Go free(ze) your nipple.