may-britt mobach

Good morning! Suppose, suppose, suppose that you find this a nice look, then I have bizarrely bad news. There is only one of that jacket. And I have just snatched it right from under your nose. It is a sample from Claes Iversen that was never put into production. I also don't understand why, but some things in life you just shouldn't want to understand.

The pants (my mother would say: trousers) I bought at Filippa K. There is a woolen top from Claes on it, which is indeed for sale. I myself am quite in love with my velvet Jimmy Choo pumps, under which I obviously, I mean, wear no socks. All in the name of fashion. I just forget that it is winter. On my wrist, you see my latest addiction, my Fitbit in gold. Since then, people see me walking like it's a dear pleasure. And oh, I really didn't buy a fresh Vuitton, you know. Just honestly stolen from Renske's desk. And never to be returned, ha.