Bubblegum cashmere, fuchsia silk, ballet-slipper satin. But today? Today, I’d draped myself in ivory. Cream ivory, the kind that glows like moonlight on snow, because rules are for followers, and I am the exception. My dress clung to me like a secret, the fabric whispering against my skin as I moved, a symphony of threads spun by angels with a taste for drama. 🫀👀

LIP GLOSS & LEATHER NIGHTS, somewhere between ‘I can’t resist it no more’ and not caring if I crash.