Hellaw.

Little miss pretending she has everything under control this Monday. (Me) (Me) (Me) (Someone please help me)

Just a face you might remember.

So lost in conversation after all this time, maybe we should casually sip our matcha and look at each other like our memories found their way back.

And for the lady, perhaps the salad? Perhaps not. I’ll have the newest Chanel Maxi Flap Bag and a glass of matcha, please.

Happy weekend. 🤍

🤍

Sending a warm hello to all the new faces here, this is Lily. It’s lovely to meet you all! 🤍

They say the devil wears Prada, but I swear he wears Zegna shirts and smells like Bleu de Chanel, or Tom Ford Oud Wood.

I miss you, so much. — Sori baru bales (3 bulan telat) (yaudah gpp lah ya nder) alterspring.org/@fememfatale/a…

After a long day like this, I don’t deserve Monday stress. I deserve my own Carlos Sainz.

Over scheduled, under caffeinated, chapped lips, dry skin.

#badhairday.

When work got me stressed as hell and all I can do is cry in the Lexus, clutching my Birkin while kicking off my Louboutins, at least my tears got good taste.

But first, lip balm, priorities, always.