(Brandy Melville knit top, Rag & Bone Paris skirt, Randa studded boots)
Last week above scorching Tokyo, captured contemplating for the first time the potential validity of the parasol but still making sure to channel forlorn. I think I’m at a milestone of almost a hundred nights spent in this hotel, oh Cerulean how you are like a magical alternate life home to me. As far as tour guides of half mile radii in Tokyo go, I can be your Shibuya person! And once beyond that point I can join in on the griping that streets don’t have names here and we can go drink kiwi juice. Win win win. Thank you to everyone that made this trip so perfect, I already can’t wait to be back.