Inspired by warrior women crisscrossing the globe in the name of fashion, slinking around London in trusty pink ballet flats, wearing them until they look like dirty Band-Aids, a Rossini-centric soundtrack in a store where everyone speaks with French accents, hair pulled back fresh and clean off the face, a sheer blouse with elbow-length sleeves and rose gold buttons. And it was just really an attempt to see herself with new eyes and extra colors, with no plans and no intention of arriving- just the knowledge that she would come back different from how she left.
*Opaque ballet pale peachy pink.