
(image: John Fluevog Flue-seum <3)
I've been super lucky to own these used but super cheap (thanks Crossroads!) Barcelona Fluevog shoes which I always meant to get the toe repaired before I wore them. Several years have passed and today I indignantly decided I would wear them no matter what (a.k.a my feet) and find something not too galleria girl to go with them. Probably failed that last part but whatever, I have rockin' shoes on my side.This is not meant to look so much like I think I'm deep, my backdoor stairs just has good lighting. Also I lost my make up bag (translation - a ziploc bag with concealer, powder, lip gloss and assorted ketchup packets) so let's all pretend we don't see my lazy iphoto "enhancement". Also because of my lack of trust of Chicago weather I kept wearing a coat all morning even though I was sweating.
Camila, rocking the pre-grandfather zoot suiter-gangster on the bottom, post-grandfather current backgammon leisurer on top.
Trying to smile because my regular expression tends to look dour and angry. I swear it's not me, it's just my face.
I need a tripod to get better photos though (also to use my baby Cannon xs 30)...