I quickly reached into my pocket: My wedding ring wasn't there. My face turned pale. I fucked up really big this time.
In my last post I went through the first and most important six months of 2015.
Hello 2016! I might be a little late with my 2015 recap - moving took actually longer than assumed- but I'm glad to have had such an amazing year.
So for all the girls out there, hoping for a fancy world when studying fashion journalism: there’s a lot to think about besides the fancy cocktails, invitations and presents.
Somehow it left me with a smile. Sometimes life's like a pretzel, an infinite loop of events coming back to you that you've forgotten sometime ago
So what about that Fashion Journalism thing that I'm recently into? Honestly, there's no direct response to it. It's more a story...