A glare of the empty square.
Meanwhile in the city...
Hot and sunny every inch of the street block. Nervous people.
Scrolling down the Instagram and it seems everyone has a VS angel body, shiny golden glowing skin, perfect salty hair, best beach view, and the most refreshing cocktail ever.
And simply, it's not enough. You go out for a cold beer hoping it won't create a lovely bloating belly.
Still, you somehow run a fashion blog but your inner feeling tells you no fake is possible if you want to live under your skin.
Beer and a cigarette. No avocado. That's the part of La Bohème Brulée.
La Bohème. La "Me".
I was off for a few months as I wanted to continue in another direction, more personal.
Lovely ideas for lovely fast-coming autumn.
I am wearing simple black pants and undershirt. My only necessary accessories are leather flat sandals and the matching mid-size bag.
The rest is me (before the beer).
Excited about the new fresh start!
There's no point in living if you can't feel alive!
La Bohème Brulée