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⁠who is the supermodel, thou ask? why, 'tis plainly me. i know full well i am somewhat of a fashion icon, and i suspect the people know it too. such truths need not be spoken loudly when all already agree. do they not? so it shall remain unchallenged, as it ever was meant to be.

some corners of this city seemed kinder whilst i wore my brown attire and leather jacket, as though they belonged together all along. forgive my vanity, but i must confess, never have i felt so terribly fine in an outfit as i did in this one. perhaps i suited the city after all.

walking through this city as though i were some wandering supermodel in a painted tale. tell me, doth thou agree this attire suits me passing well? methinks each fold and shade hath found its rightful keeper, as if it were made not merely to be worn, but to belong upon me.

still in milano, passing mine days here, as though the city itself doth keep me close. i let the hours slip away, as though they know no need to stay. for truly, this city breatheth fashion in every stone and shadow, and every path seemeth to ask to be remembered. i remain.

ciao milano, i return once more for #𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗦𝗦𝟮𝟳. doth this city still remember me? or am i but a passing shadow in its grand streets? tell me, do i appear well in this guise, or merely lost in the theatre of fashion? i await thy thoughts, softly and without haste.

dost thou see this guise upon me? black and white, naught more, yet it holdeth a quiet charm i cannot ignore. there is a stillness in it, like old wealth that speaketh not of riches but of restraint. simple, composed, and quietly assured… aye, this is most certainly mine.

⁠pray tell, how dost thou find mine attire this day? i am quite enamoured with it, for it pleases mine eye more than i can express. there is a charm within it that maketh me feel confident and at ease, as though it were fashioned for me in this moment. truly, i do approve.

the view doth still hit different even with the cloudy sky sittin heavy outside, grey light creepin thru the window like it taketh its time, sheets all messy in the softest way like i ne'er truly left the bed. i need nowhere right now, this stillness keepeth me right here.

a blazing summer is best embraced with an explosion of vibrant joy, expressed through bold bursts of energy in every look. like the one i’m wearing now, sailing through the shades of 𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖺.