Vest, Forever 21 (cut from a consignment jacket). Dress, swap. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Meow Meow. Earrings, vintage. Bag, Clark’s.
Today, I realized that I needn’t even park in the garage to use it for photos. No one will stop me from taking the elevator up to a top floor and setting up my tripod. Tresspassing, schmesspassing.
As a bonus, I can use the stairwells and landings as a toilet. Someone else has certainly done so.
The view:
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