Don’t call me crazy for wearing shorts in the middle of winter, I’m going to New York for Fashion Week in exactly a week and I’m taking as much advantage as possible of our lovely weather before I meet the frightful cold temperatures for the first time. A few years ago I used to think that cold weather was great and I wanted to live in a place where we had a snowy season, and now I believe I was a completely deluded because I love my shorts and skirts, so I’ll have to think up to wear something else than pants in NY.
Besides from thinking that cold weather was awesome, I also went through a particular phrase in my teens, I don’t feel ashamed to tell you that I used to dress gothic/punk/stuff for a few years, we were all teenagers once! I had a very comprehensive mother, that doesn’t mean she liked what I wore, on the contrary, she hated seeing me wearing all black and complained every time she could. I’m sorry mom, I’m still wearing total black outfits, with lots of style, different textures and without the black lips, but I’m still doing it :)
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