This post documents the day I realized that sometimes I don't have to point the camera away from the sun.
It was also the day I realized that as much as fashion bloggers love lens flare, I can't help the fact that it makes me feel like a pretentious douchebag. (Or J.J. Abrams. Whom I have to admit I don't think is a pretentious douchebag despite all his lens flare, because I enjoyed Super 8 a lot (the kids were handled well), and because Armageddon is that one movie I have to watch whenever it's on TV.)
(Star Trek is on my to-watch list.)
Cardigan: mother's, hand-me-down. T-shirt: Threadless. Shorts: aunt's, hand-me-down. Tights: BP Nordstrom. Boots: Steven by Steve Madden. Ring: Rapunzelsgold on etsy. Batman watch: Target. Friendship bracelet: DIY.
And the last of #reverb11, after the jump. (With a bonus Martin Freeman if you get bored.)
I write stuff after the jump.
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