everyone needs a good pair of moto boots. mine have survived 3 years in new york, a big chunk of europe, and camping. the heels are worn down to the nub and the leather has begun to tear and stretch beyond recognition. i've loved em so hard, and now it's their time to retire. thanks for the mems, bbs. on to theyskens' theory!
fate (and english) broughtcarson and i together last fourth of july, randomly meeting beneath the eiffel tower, which progressed into drinks and dancing somewhere in paris. 10 months later, while drinking and dancing in a brooklyn warehouse, we meet again, and we were all like, OMG WTF!? thanks, universe, we'll take it from here.
so when you find a cool ass girl who just so happens to do makeup, you invite them over for a bowl and beauty talk. carson did me up real nice with some of her spring favorites, turning me on to the only primer that need exist and paint pots. i love her. expect more!