Urban Outfitters bra, Jovovich-Hawk tank, Zara sweater, vintage necklace, Gap jeans
I left the house only once today, and it was on a seriously compromised food run that ended in disaster (i.e. the failure to procure food). Other than that, I was working, hence the fact that the outfit post was taken in the piss-poor light of my living room and not on some fantastically windy hill with a vista of the city in the background.
It has suddenly come to my attention that I don't do anything besides go to work and work from my couch and sleep and once in a blue moon, do something daring like say, visiting a museum or getting my nails painted. Is this life?