The final day in Paris has got me bawling my eyes out over the fact that I am leaving the wonderful city and will be returning to the dreadful routine life in Malaysia.
All in all it was a great short trip filled with fun and new exposure fashion-wise, especially to big labels that I could only previously gawk over from the screen of my laptop, or pushed my greasy nose onto the shop vitrine salivating over the window displays.
The outfit that I wore prior to bidding adieu to the city is thematically pale and earthy (perhaps it reflected my sombre mood for packing and leaving that day?)...
I was wearing eBay blazer, thrifted cashmere sweater, Topman denim shirt, Zara woolen pants and belt, bow-tie thrifted in Antwerp, Johnson desert boots and Peter Pilotto x Kipling bag
3 comments:
No need to cry. I'm sure you'll be back there again some day and at least you had a great time. Routine life does indeed pale in comparison but what's one to do when not rolling in millions :p
ineedmoredrama: Aww. Thanks for comforting me. Now only I have the strength to move on. HAHA. Kidding of course,
love d outfit...
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