Minus the walking. That's how I feel. But that's what happens when the Moet is free; as is the Stella; as is the Kettel One, and you have early a.m. responsibilities. And to think, once upon a time, this castle was someone's house. But during a night where the shrinking hemlines were inversely proportionate to the towering stilhettos; and where blazers and button downs were in abundance - I'm grateful for pointy tips, fedoras, punched in leather, vintage heels and Jeremy Scott.
(booyaakasha)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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