A natural result of adapting to my surroundings and resembling how I physically felt – a snowflake floating through this dreamy city.
Recycling some wardrobe staples of mine…
Twisted shadows, a mysterious moon, a shimmering sunrise and sleepy mountain fog.
It’s the epitome of chic and after such a long haul flight to Florence chic is exactly what I needed.
I warmly welcomed the new sensations I was feeling, knowing I was surrounded by so many Italians who seem to exude an invisible and contagious energy and enthusiasm for fashion, beauty and life.