I'm glad fashion week is over, I've slept for three days and I still feel like a mole when I go outside. No more free booze, please I mean it. My fashion week was capped off nicely with an Elle magazine shoot, and a night out with my bff Christopher. We got so many fake tattoos I thought the people at the airport were going to question my sanity to travel--also because I had to wear my top hat on the plane so it wouldn't get crushed, but I looked like Slash Jr.
Jacket, Christian Dior. Tee, Kain. Express Slacks. Yves Saint Laurent Homme boots.
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