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Sometimes the inspiration for a whole outfit starts with an accessory. There's a scene in The Magicians in which Margo screams something along the lines of "I based my whole outfit on that f*cking bottle" when here emotions bottle breaks (which makes all her emotions rush back, so obviously the reaction is somewhat o.t.t.). I... Continue Reading →
We're about a week into November and unless you have been living under a rock somewhere (was it nice, did you make it like real cosy and stuff?) I don't need to tell you that the political climate has been pretty hot lately. As for the actual climate, you can deny the existence of climate... Continue Reading →
There was a time my dress sense in real life was much bolder than it is these days. I'll probably die in a pair of jeans and a comfy hoodie and I'm okay with that. I mean, eventually. I'm not quite ready for a house to land on me just yet. At some point my... Continue Reading →
I don't really understand people who always wear black. Surely whenever they open their closet, the room gets darker. Maybe some of them went through a phase in which they thought they were being cool by denouncing colour from their wardrobe and sadly got stuck in it, because they gave themselves a lifelong fear of... Continue Reading →
Billy Beaverhausen 