Sometimes the world was too fake. You felt alive in a sea of good night moon people. It'd be a different story if they were half awake. But you had opened your eyes to your purpose. Not that you knew your purpose, but nonetheless, you knew you had one. Yet, Paris was too old of a city, and we were too young. We started smoking thin cigarettes. Good times, you can feel it in the fashion. The streets got butterflies and enough kids to catch them. We're too young and too free. So we danced down the alleyways singing, "let it shine."
black leather dress by Young Hungry Free
sunglasses by Zero UV
black hat by American Apparel