I love bright colours and I love black. And even better is when I am able to wear them together. There is something about wearing a bright colour that makes me feel like the happiest girl in the world. I don't care what colour it is-- bright pink, bright red or bright orange. I just love it. Okay-- maybe not all the time. There was that one time when I first moved to Berlin and my shipment hadn't come in yet... you see where this is going. I was left with only a handful of clothes. Tres embarassing. I was left to wearing bright candy floss pink tights and top with an acid washed jean skirt. It wouldn't have been so bad had it not been the first day of work.
Well whatever... I still love to wear bright colours. In fact, I love it so much that I bought a pair of fuschia pink leg warmers from my favourite shop in Berlin. OOOOOhhhh the colours! Maybe it is my Mexican heritage or my fascination with Frida Kahlo. In some ways I feel like it is my homage to the fashion of the Mexican culture. And so I wear it with pride.
Well whatever... I still love to wear bright colours. In fact, I love it so much that I bought a pair of fuschia pink leg warmers from my favourite shop in Berlin. OOOOOhhhh the colours! Maybe it is my Mexican heritage or my fascination with Frida Kahlo. In some ways I feel like it is my homage to the fashion of the Mexican culture. And so I wear it with pride.