...unfortunately. leaving a place where even the sidewalks are pink was, to put it mildly, heartbreaking. oh, miami. until i get my film developed, here's a little preview:
sunrise at our balcony.
(kaja! this is 4 u)
i've wanted to eat at a real american diner ever since i discovered the tarantino movies a long time ago, so i was thrilled when we went to this place at 11th street. burgers and milkshake!
street market on lincoln road. amazingggggg. i found the botkier bag of my dreams for $150, but sadly i didn't have the money.
lots more to come. i guess.
one of the very few collections i liked this year was pling by ingvild andersen helle. black black black. good work, babe!
photos by lars brønseth
somehow it's become a habit to show up at school with mascara on my cheeks and yesterday's clothes on. bad for the concentration, but hey. it's always worth it.