Memory is the art of recalling, reclaiming and recasting. I know my reliability is highly questionable. Incalculable things making my memory reconstructed. Oh, did I tell you something about memory?? Yes. They surely can be destorted by time and may bear only hazy resemblance to the reality. I know guys, you're confused with my literature sometimes :) (ps: i'm lovin it!) I always accept the concept without question. Just 3 things in my mind.. God given, man given and self given. These are all the parts we have composed of. Be thankful for the things god given. Be humble for the things man given. Beyond all, be careful for the things self given. Because there is a thin line between talent and conceit.. This is my self-created formula, don't take it serious. Not a big deal ;) Are you curious about why I've told you all these stuff?? Then you need to make a recall now.
My grandmother's wardrobe is inevitably the best shopping place ever to me. It's my vintage heaven! I'm wearing all the memories with this 42 years old red dress of her. This is my pleasure to had a chance to wear this man-given piece of history. Now you have been accused of my memories too :) By the way, you know this post is more than a dress issue. Come on!! Red dress is just a tool makes the camouflage to establish a connection between my mind and this outfit post. Just kidding guys :) Notwithstanding, of course it's more than I could say.
sahil. xx
Red Dress: Vintage
Wool Jacket: H&M
Socks: Falke
Navy Heels: Miu Miu
Bag: Fendi
Shades: H&M
