checked the fine print. turns out it’s just me and Burberry carrying on again. groundbreaking journalism, really.
somebody ring the magazines. the fashion desk will have a field day. ain’t no doubt on that.
proper little socialite moment. fresh boquet of flowers, Burberry in the details, and me looking as though i haven’t a care in the world.
which, for the afternoon at least, happened to be true.
sweet enough to earn the invitation, curious enough to end up where i probably shouldn’t be. a girl can’t help it, Manhattan practically rewards this sort of behaviour #iykyk.
after all, if you’re going to be talked about, might as well give people somethin interesting to say.
as for my comin’ out, W Magazine hosted while Burberry dressed. me? js simply showin up and blowing kisses into the spotlight as though i’d misplaced my shyness somewhere between the fitting room and the photoshoot.