It’s just five more days until I’m jetting off (via the glamorous Ryanair cattle mart airlines) to good old rainy Galway. Goodbye indecently hot Milan and hello to some cold shitty weather. It’s days like today when your croissant bouffant hair do is withering under the 37 degree heat that you realize that the grass is actually greener with the addition of better alcohol and potatoes in the northern hemisphere of the world.
Dress: The Closet
Bag: Harrods (vintage)