Carollyn

“how if the moon went dark tonight, who would even be on my mind?”

so i left the cave to photosynthesize cuz living under fluorescent lights was turning me into a Victorian ghost. i threw on the matching gray nike draped jacket and sweatpants combo—: very much “i just woke up like this but my casual fits still clear your entire wardrobe”.

then i hit them with the reverse angle from the floor to show off the c traction like a true skate video director (as ïf :o). its so archival, its so so demure, so mindfully chaotic, && even the blurry streaks are so cinematic you’d think godard directed it himself (lol-ing).

im convinced my camera roll looks like a deleted scene from cloverfield if the monster was just a very photogenic cat girl in canvas sneakers. last night was a marathon of flash photography. took like 5M photos because the 2000s c agenda needed to be pushed. as it shoul be.

i headed up to the second floor where they have these four ultra-private VIP rooms wrapped in the signature prada green velvet walls. running my fingers over the custom rosewood tables while sipping mocktails, feeling like someone who just inherited an entire fashion dynasty.

now i’m just eating room service fries with my bloom hair, and took a pict of it. looking at my flawless skin in the vanity camera lens. such a perfect match of being the most talked-about girl on road a few hours ago. life is strange but so beautifully am. xoxo!

anyway, let’s talk about the fit because it was unadulterated fashion poetry! i stepped out in a stunning embellished monochrome dress from the prada fall/winter 26 collection: featuring a sheer black sleeveless overlay over a crisp white tank base. idk anymore, just love it!

dressing room logs: 90% high-fashion mischief, 10% getting ready.../ everyone sees the sleek, elegant prada princess, but nobody talks abt the chaos happening in the dressing room 5 minutes before! && i took the funniest mirror selfies of the appearance just to prove it happened.