Once upon a time, I was taking a walk to the subway station. While I was on this walk, a (presumably) crazy man called me a whore - while I was wearing this:
|I needed some retail therapy after that encounter.|
"A whore?" I thought, "That can't be right. Could it?"
I suppose there is a slight resemblance. It must be the boots.
This is a true story. As a matter of fact, it happened to me today. The next two photos just about sum up how I felt about the whole experience.
shirt: JOE fresh
jeans: JOE fresh
leather blazer: ZARA
boots: "The Whore Store"
two-finger ring: Delphic
lipstick: "Russian red" by MAC