I'm on call, i'll be there.

words can't really portray the feelings of lust i have been experiencing over this ensemble, i know that jealousy and coveting is a sin whatever, but i feel like curling up on the floor/ crying and throwing things/ stealing from a very rich person until i can have everything here for my very own. I love layering possibly more than i love Vogue, and although there is actually barely any layering happening here at all, the fact that the excessive draping and fringing gives everyone that impression is divine. Mish mash a collection of bangles around your wrist and it's like fever ray- when i grow up, all over again. Minus the slightly mesmerising permanent marker eyes drawn on her skin. Kudos to Rumi Neely who not only found possibly the most perfect setting, but for being able to throw something on like this, and look so ridiculously spiffy. Anyway, once i have gotten over my supreme jealousy for the amazing fashion blogger and her enchanting wardrobe, i should go and don my school uniform; just to inject some individualism into society (school uniforms are great for standing out) and try and perfect cats eye eyeliner for the millionth time. Arrividerci.