Sweatshirt/T by Alexander Wang (and here)   sunglasses/Celine   skirt/Roberto Cavalli   bag/Chloe(via LuisaWorld)
Happy Monday lil fellas.

Whoa, there’s a sudden burst of frivolousness in the air, even my sunnies are  harassing my ass, don’t you see that? Ping..ping…ping. So Athens is living the dream of “Alkionides”( the warm sunny days which according to mythology were given by the Gods to the kingfisher during January in order to lay its eggs on the rocks)-bad teacher-and somewhere in between here I am with an unexpected, shameless, desire of girliness(as it happens every single time a couple of sunrays heat my brain). Limited though, because the leopard can’t change its stripes spots, nope, so when Alex left home, I secretly invaded in his closet, stoooooole the depicted sweater…for real (I swear) and disciplined that nasty cuteness of the stripped tutu. Sorry babe, I know you’re still pissed off but hun do you actually know how impossibly difficult it is to find a descent boxy sweater? You don’t care…pfff..