Julia always seems to have a party on her own. On herself. Yes, on. By herself or with anyone else, it really doesn’t matter. She’s all about the “whateva’, man, whateva'” or this is, at least, the mood she is trying to induce. Or whateva’. The clothes on her, on the other hand, are dancing all the time.
Fun, fun, fun.
Just the right amount of vodka in her cranberry juice, the perfect music, the coolest crowd, the awesome mood, the hands in the air, your crush there. This is the perfect party Julia is always setting for her clothes. Lucky clothes. No. Lucky Julia.
The way she mixes the colours, the prints, the cuts, the textures, the fabrics, the accessories (or the absence of them), the heels, the no-heels on her body is the way that very few would succeed in doing. Yes, the colour of her skin and the hair are the pepper and the salt in the equation.
Damn, I gotta get a tan. Fast! #firstworldwarproblems
When really wanting to wear a crazy skirt (and by crazy I mean a colour like that or a print like… Crazy!), pair it with the simplest t-shirt in the right hue and the simplest heels or sneakers. Or go wild and pair with whatever the level of craziness you feel like reaching today. Just don’t forget your smile (or better yet, laugh) and your attitude. Ever.
Hey, Julia, say cheese! Or pizza! Or give me your clothes and I will smile like there is no tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. And so on.
Hey, it’s Saturday!