i’m not a little bit in love with these sunglasses by Tsumori Chisato….i’m feeling considerable love for them actually. you might even say a sweeping love. great loves don’t come around that often in life. a girl usually only gets one. Blair has Chuck Bass, and i have these sunglasses. i’m not sure if it is to be though…i already bought two pairs this summer, a dorky pair of clear Illestevas and an even dorkier pair of giant Karen Walkers. they are my Luis? i am their Future Princess Of The Principality Of Monaco? apparently.
i blog from Toronto, but mostly about other places. warmer, fashionier places. i am the DJ sometimes, i am what i play. i have no reason to talk about the books I read, but still I do. my fierce loves for my pug and for the Smiths know no bounds, except moral and legal ones. my eyes are consistently bigger than my paycheques. i am trying to stop talking and wanting so much and wondering if this will help. this is a blog dedicated to the fashion i can and can't afford, narrated by Morrissey. .