It’s officially spring here, but in Montreal it’s always too soon to declare spring before May – as proven by the upcoming 30cm snow on wednesday.
Green quilted bomber jacket Front Row Shop // white leather t-shirt Topshop (similar here) // black culottes Topshop (similar here, here & here or here) // black ankle boots Topshop (similar here & here)
I bet Montreal is pretty upset that it decided to grace a ray of sunlight and a glimpse of spring after I flashed the city with my blindingly pale winter legs.
Camel boyfriend coat Topshop (similar here, here & here) // black turtleneck sweater Zara // white pleated skirt Vintage Ralph Lauren (similar here & here) // zip detail boots River Island (similar here & here)
Sorry for the lame title I’m just waay too overwhelmed and kind of depressed about the stuff going on in Turkey (election fraud on top of everything else, in case you’re wondering) and adding the HIMYM series finale (not going to give any spoilers)…
No we are not. There being spring (motivation, joy of living, flowers, sunshine, warmth) and here being winter (hell, hell, depression, hell, extreme colds, some more hell, same damn down coat everyday, despair) we are still not “T”here yet.
Rabbit fur coat Vintage (similar here & here) // ivory embroidered blouse Zara (similar here & here) // black wide leg trousers FrontRow Shop (similar here & here) // sunglasses Spitfire (similar here)
It’s officially not going anywhere. It’s not even tailing off, it’s winter on top of winter. Snow on top of frost. Cracked hands on top of numb eyes.
Camel teddy coat Front Row Shop (similar here & here) // black blazer Urban Outfitters (similar here) // striped top Forever21 (similar here) // jeans Zara // white sneakers Nike Air (similar here, here & here) // sunglasses Spitfire
Cold air. Freezing winter air. Even when I’m wearing my Nike Airs, I’m basically still on ice, rather than on air.