A hopeless idealist describes someone whose overtly optimistic, perhaps sadly to the point of stubborn delusion at times. Put it simply, it’s a fancier term for a hopeless romantic without catch-phrasing romance, but describes more of an daily outlook in life.
Model of the moment, Cara Delevingne has me by the brows , quite literally. The English beauty is one hell of a character, serving as the final dose of inspiration that tipped me to a full bold brow embrace.
I couldn’t help myself, NYFW I.
The time hath cometh for madness to ensue, that being the beginneth of fashion week starting in the big apple. Don’t ask me why I am sounding all Shakespearean, it has nothing to do with NYFW inspirations, which were quite masculine, tailored and modern. Perhaps I am still lingering back to Prefall (think McQueen and Chanel’s scottish fetish), engulfed in an unhealthy obsession with medieval floor-length gowns no doubt. I guess it goes to say that I get over things at snail pace compared to the speed fashion moves on from mid season, to season.