the clock read eleven.

already, she was late but as always was very good at making an entrance. at the vanity she sat, only to touch up the makeup she’d slept in from the night before. her eyes now intensely sooted & dark. she shook her hair out of the messy bun it had been in since she couldnt remember when. leaving it as it was. it was better that way she thought. she slipped into her favourite black lace la perla set & with a vintage perfume bottle of her mothers she had refilled with tom ford’s black orchid, lightly spritzed herself. it was her signature. quickly she scurried about the room looking for the dress, finding her burberry studded heels & alexander wang beanie first. she tore through the ever growing pile of clothes that lay by her dresser finding the dress at the very bottom, next to a stack of french magazines she still needed to read. she had only worn the dress once & with an old cardigan, one lazy saturday spent doing nothing. she was slightly in love with it & this would be its first outing. she hurried into her heels & threw on the beanie making sure to only slightly cover that messy hair. it too was her signature. out she walked onto the street; cigarettes, her 2.55 & a latch key in hand, she lit one & blew smoke into the cold city air. she was off to parties filled with photographers who had silly infamous websites. off to snuggle in close with mates sat at velvet booths, drinking one too many vodkas to beats of ibiza djs. off to dance the night away & stumble sleepily back into her apartment at dawn & fall asleep atop white sheets. waking up, eyes sootier than before, still wearing the dress of an it girl.

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dress : topshop