SO WHILE I SIT IN PAIN AND MISERY FROM A BURN TO END ALL BURNS, I TURN TO MY PHOTOS OF NEW YORK TO REMIND THAT THERE IS A LIFE OUTSIDE THE SUN AND THE HURT.
WHILE WANDERING THE STREETS OF SOHO, CLARE AND I HAPPEN TO NOTICE A GROUP OF PARTICULARLY WELL-DRESSED TWENTY SOMETHINGS COMING OUT OF A SEEMINGLY INCONSPICUOUS APARTMENT BUILDING. ALWAYS CURIOUS WHY SHOPPING BAGS WOULD COME OUT OF AN APARTMENT I ASKED CLARE TO COME INSIDE WITH ME. WE VENTURED UP TWO FLIGHTS OF NARROW STAIRS (ABOVE), WITH WALLPAPER CAUSING ME TO THINK WE HAD LANDED IN TIM BURTON'S ALICE IN WONDERLAND ONLY TO FIND OURSELVES OUTSIDE OF TEMPERLY LONDON.
I TRIED TO TAKE PICTURES INSIDE THE STORE, BUT WE WERE WATCHED BY THE GORGEOUS SALES LADY (MAN, IF I COULD WORK ANYWHERE I WOULD DEFINITELY WORK AT TEMPERLY). I CAN ONLY SAY THAT THE DRESSES WERE SOMETHING OUT OF A FAIRLY TALE, CHIFFON AND CRYSTALS GALORE. I WAS DESPERATE TO TAKE SOMETHING, ANYTHING, HOME WITH ME, BUT A BELT COST MORE THAN MY PINKY FINGER. OH WELL. ONE DAY...
MOMENTS BEFORE MY TEMPERLY ADVENTURE, WALKING DOWN THE STREET LED ME STRAIGHT INTO A COMMERCIAL FOR A EUROPEAN FASHION HOUSE (A SIGN FROM GOD THAT I SHOULD BE ON FILM, NO?).
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