I got high on something really shallow and quasi-meaningless today. I got my street style photo taken by at least a dozen photographers in a 30 yard vicinity. I walked by a set-up/tent/red-carpet-ish thing for a big fashion show today and I got high. One approached me and started snapping, then it snowballed and then I was more flattered than you can imagine and totally fucking high on the fact that I had on an outfit of mostly Forever21 and cheap stuff and I'm about to turn 31, and all these people were taking my photo and even asking for a beauty tip and asking me to speak into a little microphone.
It was silly-fantastic.
This is what I looked like. I hope and pray some of the photos end up online. I think the leopard fur jacket and the printed skirt made me an attractive street-style target.
It's a little sick how that kind of attention can make you feel so amazing, but I want to be honest and emphasize how crazy-good it felt.
In related egotistical news- I was feeling lustful feelings for a more stylish bicycle. I don't want to be a bike snob though! I love my super-cheap bike!
I played it safe today and wore some keds instead of trying to bike in the new platform heels.
