SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT
I do love the new opera in Oslo, but racing around it isn't that much of fun. I followed my sis to the opera for her rehearsals today. Rushing out of there, I was supposed to meet my dad two meters outside the backstage door. Ofcourse, my dad and the car stashed with all my belongings had "poof!" disappeared, leaving me there with precisely nothing. Without my wallet and phone I feel helpless in any case outside ma maison, but running abandoned around the opera, searcing for my dad and bumping into fat Italians at the same time (no offence to Italians!), was alarming! Hah, but I did find my dad in the end, so everything's perfectly fine:)
My hair looks somehow all weird and abnormally thin.
Striped "boyfriend-shirt": Prada
Wetlooking spandex tights: Bik Bok
Patent ballerinas: H&M
+ the "beetle" sunglasses.
SONG OF THE DAY:
LIVE! The Killers - Smile like you mean it