dress and boots vintage, sunglasses by dior homme.
last night was special. i have loved my funeral vinyl to shreds and will continue to love the wailing voice of the lead singer of arcade fire. surrounded by magical light i stood on the steps of the cathedral with hundreds of others and tapped rhythm with my white cowgirl boots – staple of my willyburg era style – with a stupefied smile on my face.
bliss. sheer bliss.