Why did I leave this shirt at the store? Helmut Lang, only one left, my size, perfect fit, ON SALE! Dammit!
(I'm not a narcasist. I took this picture because Diana was in the washroom and sometimes, we need each others approval. Or what I should say is, we need to justify our unnecessary spending to one another, in order to buy yet another grey silk shirt, or designer bag,or what have you. We need to justify the buy as special and worthwhile and to not feel like we're gluttonous fashion hoarding women... But most importantly what's with my right leg and WHY am I posing?)