Thanks Instagram for ruining my life. Unsuspectingly scrolling through random pictures and out of nowhere hit by THIS:
No not the shoes, the skirts! I totally went crazy, all I have ever been dreaming of: tulle, mesh, midi, pleated, clean, subtle in the most dramatic way possible. And then I looked at the caption. @wmag postet about Dior's Spring Couture Collection 2015.
Dior. Crap. Haute Couture. Oooh crap.
I could buy a house, a car, a new bike (more like two), travel for a year, get all my tattoos at once OR I could buy this dream of a skirt. LOOK AT THIS! Stuff had me like:
Source: style.com
Pure Dream. Pure DREAM! I need to win the lottery. Or a sugar daddy. Aaaaw yeah!
I'll just ignore the fact that I think normal people could never get a hand on couture collections anyway. This probably is the highest level of first world problems I ever experienced, but also the highest level of objectophilia sooo...yeah.
And right at the very moment when I comforted myself with 'you don't have the appropriate shoe for this kind of skirt anyway...', Instagram came up with Topshop Unique's Spring Summer '15 Collection:
You sure Marc Zuckerberg can't read minds or stuff? Damn it.
Love,
pwp
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