I’m in the French Riviera, surrounded by sea and sun and super tanned old ladies. And my taste in fashion has changed accordingly and quite dramatically. This happens when I change surroundings, on account of me being half chameleon. So, now I suddenly NEED a pair of white jeans. In fact I just need anything white, I want to be wear white ALL THE TIME. Preferably with nautical t-shirts and red ballet pumps.
BUT I know I will return to my senses as soon as Air Lingus throws me down into Gatwick airport… so I’m living the white dream (is it just me or does that sound slightly racist? no racism intended) via polyvore, my new slightly weird and possibly unhealthy cyber obsession (I also enjoy looking at the laduree website and pictures of women that are thinner than me AT THE SAME TIME. Yep).

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