I do believe in second chances. Why? Because I spotted her go up the escalators while on lunch break and what caught my eye was her incredible plastic telephone purse. Damn I wanted to run up that escalator, through a mass crowd of people like in those sappy rom-coms, get down on one knee, and ask if I could photograph her for my blog. But I didn't. I pussied out. But fate stepped in and she somehow felt the universe pull her back down to the food court. This was my chance. I abandoned my chicken teriyaki for my first street style find. And what a find it was. She had on the edgiest sparkly, midnight blue high calve socks paired with chunky black sandals. Everything from her grey knit crop sweater, to her retro phone purse was fan-fucking-tastic. But it's time to go back to my chicken.
This is a fucking amazing bag.
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