Distrito Paparacchi.

Let go.
I know I think this is impossible.
I know this seems unreal.
But what is there to lose
if I ungrip "control"?
if I dissolve my pride?

Really the reason I want to keep doing all of this is because of all the incredible people I've met so far. What do they call this? Kismet.

Fabrika Fine Fabrics

Brain: "go, go, go"

Body: *slow, slow, slow*

I need another Michael.

What better way to think of Mother's day than with love.

Love is a book with texts selected by Anne de Marnhac and Photographs selected by Eve Zheim and Flora Merillon.

Hey guys. I haven't been able to keep up as much lately, HOWEVER instead of checking in to Distrito, I really want you to check out a blog called Beat Through the Streets

It makes my heart jump, laugh, and cry all at the same time. I LOVE ELIZABETH WILCOX. My photo shop skills are crying when I see this hahah. I'm serious. As always, be inspired. I'm sure you will be. There's something really fascinating about removing yourself from your life and being a part of someone else's.

Follow her journey through life and fashion.
Follow Beat Through the Streets.<3

Haha I miss you guys so much! Or maybe I'm just talking to me.
Here's a cat pick to assist the make up

xoxox

MIEKO CHAN CALLED TONIGHT YOU GUYS!! HAHA I CAN'T BELIEVE I COULDN"T GO TO BED TO RECEIVE IT! AH!!! haha. "hello?" "Who the heck is this?!"

Dear someone,
I'm not really sure why I'm awake tonight. Nor am I really sure why I am writing this. Maybe there's some wiring in me that wants to reach out.
I left working a little early. Caught up on two episodes on gossip girl. But why do I have this feeling that when I go home..all I have are clothes. or not even that..cloth. Just go to sleep. Somehow.