16 July, 2015
Current mood — Hazel. There is simply no other word for it. The title of this post may be a spur for one to grab some Kinder Bueno off the counter, just saying. Hazel, is the colour of idling. Travelling and roaming free does tend to turn one into a hobo. I think I'm just one strand of burrowed beard hair away from turning into one. Or maybe, judging from the swerve in taste for strappy sandals, suedes, palm trees and all things reddish–brown, I could be sippin' on a warm wine cooler with Ke$ha in a local hippie trailer. That sounds better.
Quote — Brown is the new Black. This colour is some serious aphrodisiac. Chocolate is brown. That says it all. There's sex appeal oozing out of my wardrobe with brown coats and bikinis hanging side–by–side, and that's ze current #closetsituation.
Speaking of which, I must be one of those folks who's style seem to be a general question mark. Like trees in Palm Springs I seem to sway wherever the wind blows. The truth is, it's all Japanese fashion. As broad as it is. From day one since I started this self–indulgent blog of mine, Japanese labels have been my source of inspiration. Though the looks may vary, that is my style.