coat Karen Millen, clutch Valentino, shoes and bracelet YSL, glasses Tom Ford
The carefree times of lighthearted jumping from a puddle to a puddle have long gone now but for some reason exactly this Christmas I want to switch off all know functions of usual gravitation and fly back to my childhood. In the evenings, when I walk down the festively decorated streets, I catch myself thinking how lovely it would be to occur in a Christmas fairy tale, where the good inevitably triumphs evil and everyone is happy. But then I think each can have their personal Christmas fairy tale and make the good in them triumph over evil... Too banal thing to be thinking on a Christmas eve, since every Christmas eve I think the same thing. Nevertheless, if everyone makes it just a little bit past the thought, puts just a little bit more effort, probably starting the very next year the world will become just a little bit kinder. After all, we've just survived another end of the world, haven't we? When else, if not now?