Around some proverbial stone corner is some model-cum-my husband Spaniard sporting a plethora of rich dark colours. Amidst the deep navy's and the graves of black, there is saviour in white with subtle nuances in the above pieces. The last sentence sounded like white privilege coming to rescue the minority from purgatory. Or, yah know, just everyday life.
I have a psychological fear of wearing white in the matter that it always gets soiled. Ketchup likes to squirt where it pleases and dark chocolate blends into the garments. This year, 2014, the year that I turn 27, stark white is making a return to my wardrobe. I will also purchase a bottle of bleach as an incidental.
Zara's spring lookbook teaches us that head-to-toe white is so passe and that suggesting white in your outfit is here to galvanize itself. It's clean, but not sterile, it's trendy, but not too trendy and the way it juxtaposes itself between dressy and casual gives it a European cool. I NEED TO EMBODY THAT!
Gladiator sandals, just stealthily enter my credit card number without my permission.