Alright so on to the juice ladies and lovers.
I can't dress myself. Yup, I Nicky the kid, am incapable of dressing myself. You see I've gone to private school all my life, where I've been forced to wear a variety of unpleasant uniforms. Uniformity blows, but its easier. I've never had a chance to find my style which bites, especially when you live for style/fashion blogs, but all you can conjure up in the morning is a white t-shirts and jeans. depressing. One of my rules is to dress like a nicky, which I totally feel like I've been doing on most days, but I think dressing like a nicky deserves a bit more effort. So I'm giving myself style challenges. Almost everyday I'll bring about a new challenge and post pictures of myself here. Tomorrow I'm just thinking of wearing a skirt, which is something i don't do everyday.
Also to get over one of my fears(public speaking), I'm going to raise my hand in my international relations class. Wish me luck.
Here's some pictures of Louis Garrel I stole from The Killing Moon
Oh hello, can i have your French babies??!!
Also The Killing Moon is one of my favorite blogs=)