jacket. UO. skirt. vintage. boots. JS. clutch. club monacoI dream of Paris.
In my dream I was running to all of the most coveted Paris shows... then I woke up and sadly realized it would forever remain there...dancing through my nighttime visions. BUT that will never stop me from dreaming and I will hopefully make it to Paris. one day. soon.
I'm certain we share this mutual love. SO with Fashion Week starting today I am going to be, once again, distracted by the influx of inspirational editors. buyers. models and the clothes. oh lets not even get started on the collections...
So instead of running to the next show (allow me to dream...) I dressed all in black (norm. for the fashion folk) and pretended like I had somewhere important to be, but snapped out of my craziness and went to dinner with the BF.
