I really admire people who do awesome stuff just because. Those who write novels for pleasure, or make hilarious YouTube videos, or spend entire days drawing pictures they’re not planning to sell. Or those who build sand sculptures, for the joy of kids and lazy tourists. Thank God for those guys!
When I broke up with my ex, I hit Bond Street and got myself the most expensive shoes I’ve ever had. You think that’s crazy? At least I’m not like that girl who, after splitting up with a lover, crashed her car into a bridge. Just for the kicks, apparently.
It’s mid-June. What are you looking forward to? The answer should be obvious. Let’s shout it out loud in our best James Franco voices: summer holidayzzz! Planning to go around the world in 80 days, but ending up like The Inbetweeners. Wanting to sleep until noon, but being woken up at 6 by the sun shining right in your face. Forgetting the bikini body bullshit and becoming an amateur ice-cream tester. Looking out for the next song of the summer and hoping it’s better than Call Me Maybe.
I remember vividly my first ever perfume (excluding, of course, the adult-repelling Barbie crap I would spray myself with for a brief period in second grade.) It was Escada Pacific Paradise – a super sweet, breezy scent enclosed in a cute little pink and blue bottle, all perfectly suitable for an 11-year old. And oh how I loved it. Since then, I’ve been checking out every new Escada fragrance, mainly out of sentiment, because I’ve long learned they all smell the same.