Here I am, like another royal blooded in secret, gracefully getting down my castle’s stairs, to finally declare my unconditional love for….. those boots! The thigh-high(est). Majest-est! By the way I’ve just remembered someone, under a street style feature on Harpers Bazaar with my other Parisian snake-skin Stella McCartney dress, mentioning that their bohemian nature didn’t flatter my dress. Well I guess that Margiela would
not be very thankful that he is expanding in another, until now unknown to him, market, the hippie-chic may I say?! Beware Isabel Marant..
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful….taste a little Gatsby just because….of THOSE stairs.