Helen and I play this game whenever she takes my photo. It involves her yelling at me stand still, stop talking, stop making faces, etc etc—and me resisting all attempts to look presentable? Why?
Anyone else get hellof nervous when the camera’s on you? I completely forget everything I know about taking pictures even though my inner-Tyra is all “CHIN UP! MODEL WITH YOUR EYES! DON’T SLOUCH!”. What ends up is the last picture. Ack.
I’ve been wearing the James Perse dress like nutzzz because it’s so versatile. The Forever21 bubble skirt is actually a pair of BUBBLE OVERALLS WTF.