SUNNIES. SURFACE TO AIR.
SHEER GRADIENT T-SHIRT. COS.
SANDALS. MARNI FOR H&M.
Since my move back home, a month has passed by and I have been trying to adjust gradually to the habitual happenings around here. Oh I got both feet back on the ground alright. Spotting acquaintances across the street was the first odd occurrence I stumbled upon and now I have come to the point where I see the upside of not knowing any of the people surrounding you. You see, when I partied hard this weekend I walked into some familiar faces, but as I got treated like a random stranger it reminded me of the anonymous nights I had back in Paris.
Okay okay, so honestly I'm no big hero in greetings neither. Maybe not expected, but I tend to be the shy one when it comes to strangers and acquaintances. Probably the reason why most of the strangers often assume I am arrogant and cold hearted. But as my real friends know, I am not that kind of girl at all and I truly wish my insecurities with strangers would reflect a more positive aspect of my personality.
Just like when a very sweet reader came up to me during Vogue Fashion Night Out last year and started a nice conversation which ended with: "so weird to hear your voice in real life". Which got me listening carefully to my own voice all week long.
These confrontations within social situations got a different substance in Paris, where nobody had shaped an opinion about me or even knew anything about my background or surroundings. There I could be me, without the definition of "me" by others. Nobody was forced to greet and every greeting was a treat.
Again: the life without expectations, is a life of triumph.
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