Jacket/Zara pants/Zara heels/Celine(similar here) clutch/Jil Sander fur/Isabel Marant
Photos by Charlie Makkos.

Happy February intergalactic pals. Here’s to a month that according to Susan Miller, my favorite witchy(in good way) astrologer, every single fishie(aka Pisces) gonna shine like a diamond. Bam. We’re gonna have a  light bulb hanging over our heads people! Can I have a fluorescent mysterious one over me please?
Anyways, back to the original blogging purposes, the last few months I’ve been leaning towards jackets. As blouses. From blazers, to tuxedos, to hybrid pajamas, all(and there goes my insanity) being in complete denial to cooperate with a decent top. I’m not going to pretend and say that the lack of ta-tas’ support becomes unimportant but the deep razor-sharp Vs of the jackets definitely ban any kind of such garments. On the other hand, have you ever thought that it’s this kind of intimate relationship what makes the aforementioned dressing so damn irresistible? It’s only me I guess…or not?