One of the most important thing in many people’s lives is food. I think about it all the time until I get hungry and then I eat. Several times a day. I’m lucky that way because I know there are some who can’t or are forced to eat out of the garbage, like this cat.
Because of being hungry all the time I was excited get some Vietnamese food at he Chinese market. It was closed today. All that pink sent some energy to my hungry body and we went searching for a Chinese restaurant instead. After all, we were in the Chinese market.
During a heat wave when hungry one tends to hallucinate weird things. For a moment I saw myself being just fucking rich and waiting for someone coming in to my house smoking a cigarette. All I wanted was to use the fire distinguisher.
Dress/Vintage, Bag/H&M, Sunglasses/Vintage
Back to reality. I’m not fucking rich, I’m not waiting for my house to be on fire, and I’m not hungry anymore. We found food (in a restaurant).
It’s the end of strawberry season and I hide my tears with err a strawberry of course. Funny enough I only started eating strawberries a few years ago. Now I eat strawberries every day to compensate for the many summers without them. The texture of the little black dots gave me the chills. With age taste changes, now raspberries go down like ice cream on a hot summer day. Luckily raspberry season starts at the end of the strawberry season. Which I was told, is now.
Raspberries, watch out!
Dress and belt both vintage. Shoes/Steve Madden