I’ve been dying over these cat eyes ever since Nasty Gal launched their Wild Child campaign. It turns out I was right to die, when I felt them on my face for the first time I knew I would never want for another. What a rare and lovely feeling to be so satisfied by consumerism, that pretty much never happens. Conversely, these shoes I got from a friend with a warning I could’ve easily learned from. Half a mile in these bastards had my balls (feet) crying blood and blisters.
I thought we’d try some creepy to go with my sweet outfit: a 3d me, frozen in time.
house of harlow chelsea shades. stylestalker blanc dress. american apparel lace cycle shorts. cooperative lace up wedges. little threads bracelet.