"You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity"

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Grunge

I threw the lovely Fiorella a bottle of my favorite nail polish and you can read about it here. She is, unsurprisingly, far more eloquent about beauty (and funnier) than I am. But seriously I don't know how I can ever wear another color again, it's just so good. Greige.

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