Wednesday 28 January 2015

Mood: Faded Rockstar






Bell bottoms. Devil may care attitudes. Huge hats. Saint Laurent.Velvet. Long, messy peroxide locks. Skinny scarves. Guitars. Fringing on everything. The Rolling Stones. Band tees. Couldn't-care-less snarls. Floppy bangs. Faux fur coats. Vinyl. Shawls. Whiskey. Bell sleeves. Sunglasses. Magic. Groupies. Smokey bars. Layering. Casual sex. Shorts. Leopard print. Black nail polish. Isn't there something so enticing?

*heart eye emoji* I will never stop wishing I had manageable hair so I could cut it into a 1960s bob. Ever. And that my eyes weren't so round so I could do my makeup like Kate's. Sigh.

The soundtrack to this post is 19th Nervous Breakdown - The Rolling Stones



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