going back to work sure sucks. my head is still in a daze and can't quite concentrate. I was still in a ski resort when I found out about alexander mcqueen's death. I was overwhelmed by sadness, couldn't think straight for a couple of minutes, and tears filled my eyes. it's a strange feeling that you can't quite define. this man touched our lives in so many ways. it's always strange when someone like him dies. it's not like you knew him or anything, but in a way you knew him very well through his work, and you can't help but feel that you lost someone very close and important to you. does that make any sense? then there's all this physical pain I am still going through after falling so many times on the slopes. then I come home and my camera is not working anymore. guess the cold and the humidity of the last few days might have killed it for good. hopefully not, even though it was a crappy camera, cause I can't afford a new one right now. so, I had to take the pics with the phone, which doesn't take light very well, so they turned out kinda grainy. but in a strange way I like them this way. and I loved playing around with the shadows on the wall. couldn't wait to put on my lace top from my last thrifting trip. don't really feel like doing color right now so I turned again to my safety blanket that is black.
jacket: pimkie * top: thrifted * pants: stradivarius * shoes: dgm