I wish I could tell you I took pictures of my new finds from the Goodwill I mentioned last post. I wish I could tell you that I didn't take over two hours deciding what to pair together in the outfit and how my make-up was coordinated. But I can't. And I'm sorry.
I find that I have the certain days of the week when I feel the desperate need to dress up exactly by what I'm inspired by. For example, this week I had an infatuation with anything roman gothic. So, on Saturday night I found myself dressed up in entirely in black, with florals on my lace tights and dress, mascara heavy and lips wine red. I was satisfied. I think I might re-create it and take pictures with my DISPOSABLE CAMERA. Yes, finally. We've mixed the game up a bit from this shitty mac camera.
Willy, you are a genius. If you stop taking pictures, I'm going to stop breathing.
Moving on... since I am writing a philosophy essay and have very little fashion related thoughts currently lurking around in my brain, I want to show you a few pictures from a post I've been meaning to do for quite some time. These are from a D.R.E.A.M.S. (Dominican Republic Educational and Medical System) trip I took with my Interdisciplinary Program/class back in April. I miss it so much I can't even begin to describe.
We showered in this river. This river and the rain.
And this is what happens when you have no camera and are in possession of a Macbook while intoxicated. A small get together at my house a couple of weeks ago.
Bacardi and funny faces for the win.