Hi Céline

I have a tic. When I'm hungover (or let's say for the sake of discretion: still half tipsy), I make impulsive purchases. Read here for a moment. Not at all that I regret it afterwards, but more in the sense of just very very quickly swiping that debit card without thinking too much about it. By god, I have no idea where that materialistic behavior comes from, but the fact remains: when I wander through the city with a hungover head, I come home with something nice. I literally had these glasses on my head for two seconds and decided that I could no longer live without Céline sunglasses. A Lil Kleine moment in the Bijenkorf. “Just give me that one. And that bag too. Yes. And that one for Monica. You know what? I’ll just buy the whole store, man.” No, I’m not proud of it. But self-knowledge is also, uh, good and by now I just know that the day after a grande party I MUST NOT go out. Do you hear me, Kiek? No. Yes, you’re talking to yourself. It’s also incredibly Lil Kleine by the way. Although, I wouldn’t have had my beautiful Célientje otherwise. And summer is really just around the corner now. And a black pair of glasses is always handy. Did I justify it well now?