I love designer mens wear. Because you know, I too wish to be a Jedi Knight:

The McDonald's in France obviously win at life.
Company higher-uppers seriously need to consider selling these worldwide:

I'm always far, far behind the times, so I only just recently found Vanessa Jackman's streetstyle blog.
Honestly though, she's kindof friggin rad. 

In Queensland there are two seasons; hot and wet and cold and dry. And while the rest of the fashion world has been bitching and moaning about the snow and the cold (we get it, whatever) it's been humid and rainy here for weeks on end. Finally though, the seasons are getting their shit together and the air is cooling down to a temperature where I'm even able to contemplate wearing something other than tshirts over cutoffs. Due to my abhorrent laziness however, I imagine something like this will become uniform in the next few months:

Dear sleep, we should hang out more.

Dear uni-life, you're underwhelming and frankly a waste of my time and money.

To the Brisbane transport service, thank you for charging excessive amounts on paper tickets
And to the bus driver who then got us lost; you rule.

Dear rain, ta for ruining yet another pair of shoes.

Dear high school girls, I like you even less now that I'm not one of you.

And that no one but you cares about your nighttime shenanigans

To the english language, sorry for contributing to your demise. I'll miss you.

Dear weekend, couldn't you come sooner next time?

Apathetically yours,

Belle