Lace top/Alice and Olivia(and here), leather sweatpants/Josh Goot(similar here), beanie/Helmut Lang, clutch/Jil Sander, shoes/Celine, bracelet/Celine, skull earings/House of Waris(thanks to MyTheresa)
Look, I get it. I definitely need a haircut. It’s like a resurrected Meduse furiously blooming from the bottom of my head. Beware, the girl seriously bites. But in the end, nah… It’s my pet and I’m frankly in my “I don’t care” age. The truth is that I don’t recall myself not being at a hair salon at least once per week over the past ten years. Nasty multiply if you think about it seriously. But lately I feel like detangled, freed from the curse of the pursuit of the perfect curl. So that’s me, au naturale, a little blow-dried with a large round brush only at the end of my locks. And I kind of like it…no?