There's nothing more that I love than a sunday morning spent in Milan. Sandwiched in between pictures of me making out with random italian boys at Plastic and a set of what seems to be an impromptu photoshoot in the bathroom at GOLD I found these pictures. Life isn't all crazy, scandalous fashion parties (who am I kidding, it really is for me). We have rough "morning afters" JUST LIKE YOU. Except are ours are a lot more prettier. *SARCASM* Anyways a few weeks ago after a particularily crazy night at Plastic (all I remember was dancing on the dj booth with Sara Battaglia and lots of tulle) we somehow managed to get up despite our alcohol/MDMA/whatever comedowns and have a brunch and just enjoy each others company....sober-ish.

lets push all our food in front of Louis and make him look like a fat bitch

Gil: my israeli crush

Colonne