The tittle refers to the Bullet For My Valentine song below
'cause you had a bad day...
As you can understand, I'm quite depressed today. Anniversary of my first real break-up, anniversary of my first concert ever and then bad news over bad news. I feel like my head is about to explode and my heart is wide open. Just want this day to end. So just a quick article today with a couple a pictures I didn't show you on time. First, a streetstyle shot @ the parisian Vogue Fashion Night Out in front of American Apparel. The story doesn't say that I got cotton candy all over my hands. Then, a streetstyle shot by my univeristy newspaper. And to finish, pictures of me during "Le Plus Grand Défilé de Mode du Monde" organized by Les Galeries Lafayette in Paris.
Comme vous l'avez peut-être deviné, ce n'est pas la grande forme en ce moment. C'est l'anniversaire de ma première réelle rupture mais aussi de mon tout premier concert. Les mauvaises nouvelles n'arrêtent pas aussi de s'enchaîner. J'ai l'impression que ma tête peut exploser à tout moment et qu'il y a un trou béant dans mon cœur. J'ai juste besoin que cela s'arrête. Donc voilà un article rapide aujourd'hui avec quelques photos que je ne vous avais pas montré en temps et en heure. Tout d'abord, un streetstyle qui date de la Vogue Fashion Night Out de Paris devant la boutique American Apparel. L'histoire ne dit pas que j'avais de la barbe à papa partout sur les mains. Ensuite, un autre streestyle pour le journal de ma fac. Et enfin, quelques photos prises lors de l'événement organisé par les Galeries Lafayette à Paris : Le Plus Grand Défilé du Monde.
dress Pull & Bear / jacket Club Med / heels Esprit
coat vintage / shirt Yves Saint Laurent / top Maje / leggings eBay / shoes André
close up for make-up details
Open letter to a stupid boy
Boys can be so childish sometimes. Well well well I only got myself to blame here. I made mistakes for sure, but hey, we're adults now, he could have told me what went wrong and when. Instead of it, he's just been really mean to me, attacking me on my weakness in front of my friends. He called me "stupid" once but I didn't want to open my eyes yet. Then he started being nice again. Finally, he just stopped talking to me, not giving answers to my interrogations. And now he's acting so childish with all this Facebook drama. I'm the only one who suffers. No one knows what we used to share. I bet he's pretty proud right now. I keep telling myself to stop falling in love with the wrong guy but I can't help myself, it's like we're magnets or something. I know that lesson #1 is to never fall in love but it's so hard. Right now I really hope that the end of the world is coming. Just to stop suffering.
Promise I'll be back with some fresh outfits and a better mood.
- Armelle De Oliveira
