When in L.A, dress as the downtowners do. And in my style book, Los laid-back Angeles is always stripy somehow. There’s never lack of stripe pieces in my travel suitcases, but the silky-soft ones on me are now historically special to me, since they witnessed or even should be credited for the most CRAZY thing I’m about to tell.
Here goes the story.
Almost feel like they were coming OUT!
Oh my freaking God now it’s like 200+ cows cramming in front of me trying to…what?
Not sure if this is a once-in-a-lifetime scene, but my friend went back to that farm the next day and not a shadow came close. So it was something on me invited them. Maybe the stripes, or maybe the perfume. Anyway, adding ‘cow-catching’ to my resume now!