PEDOMETERS & FILTHY DREAMS
It simply would have been rude not to. Simples.
This jumpsuit is made of my filthiest denim dreams – cut out back and flare legs?! GET. OUT. OF. HERE.
Pardon the attitude here, but when smoothly tucked in in denim like this, I lose it.
But because you might miss me on the streets of London – blame the classic colour of my jumpsuit – I made sure I would not trot unnoticed. Loony cat eyes sunnies, fluffy metallic sandals, and a cross body bag which appears like it’s channeling its inner Freddie, make sense here – to me.
But if you ask me, no one should go through the trouble of
exercising walking or swiping an expensive Oyster card without being noticed. They need to know, so display the struggle properly while the pedometer’s on darling.
The bright lippy comes as extra insurance here. Hashtag be prepared.