This is what happens when a certain someone spends way too much time on pinterest passionately pinning boards with extremist dressers, ladies of the elite - regular attendants in fashionweeks, and notorious fashion editors. As the title of an old Grandaddy song used to go "In the perils of keeping it real" I attempted to emulate fashion week dress up in an ambiguously self-referential pattern after having nearly been bitten (never trust stray dogs with neon) during my lazy calm stroll.
I know what you're thinking: Maybe that happened for a reason. The dog all in good heart tried to awaken the weirdo from the chimera of style icons and I must admit I transcended reality alright.
However, lesson learned: Elena, Vika and Uliana you'll allow me to express my affinity to fashion in modest colors from now on as the vigorous hues instigate animosity and or distrupt food chain, (albeit sartorial creativity must remain unregimented). Yeah yeah don't complain, I've already warned you about my multiple personality disorder. Bear with me kiddos.
Wearing: shirt and sandals Zara, skirt vintage Missoni, necklace H&M, my mom's clutch from the early 80's