the trouble at home is, i can only listen to shostavkovich or joy division quietly as my own little guilty pleasure and cannot go out as much as i want; but the good thing is, i got to do something really worthwhile this summer, drench myself in the scent of the rain, and stop drooling over some certain miu miu shoes. the other day i read the whole marc jacobs advertising book by juergen teller discreetly in the corner of a MJ store, and this has constituted an ethereal part of my really great day.
and even the day goes bad, i can always play a certain music in my head .
