For those of you new to this blog, I am a slacker, a hard working slacker. Many of these posts are about little more than my wardrobe, so something as superficial as my attempt to catalogue a year in different outfits will not be troubled by some of the posts running out of sync. This current burst are from sunny times.
Last pair standing in the madness of fiesta. When will the bulls stop running around the streets with men winding them up? When will the windows stop rattling? When will there will be sleeeeeeep? When will I stop idolising Hemingway? It all started off so well, up a mountain after lunch, down to the inbred valley of darkness by nightfall.Fee Doran made me this top. Bless her cotton socks. The shorts are Abercrombie and Fitch. The belt, story told before. Schneaks, Cambo Russian Market. Micro-stockings, stripeland.