sometimes i think that in my former life i was japanese; like a harajuku teenager with 98 charms of cute hamburgers on my cellphone and platforms that make me 4 feet taller. either that or a weird artsy yoko ono-y gal that made coats out of 14 yards of cellophane and live parakeets and sometimes only wore 'the wind' and black combat boots, because it was the vernal equinox.
this is the only explanation i have for myself as to why i want these things so desperately
i really do want to walk around like this.
and how GOOD were the shoes? heart oxfords! (go ahead mamita, you click on that, check it out!)
comme des garcons f/w08