Fashion Police

Had the following exchange at Border Patrol coming back into London today…

Fierce Female Official: What kind of visa do you have?
Moi: Tier Five
FFO: What are you doing here?
Moi, slightly intimidated: Working holiday
FFO: Where are you working?
Moi, worrying: <That which shall not be named>
FFO: Where did you get your jeans?
Moi: Uh, Zara?
FFO: I want some. Do they come in green?

I got the stamp.

April 17, 2011. fashion. Leave a comment.

The arrow that flies, the bow that is stable

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

April 10, 2011. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.