So my original vintage Beatles-tee just arrived, and it seems to be kinda teeny tiny, an actual kids size, but it’s really stretchy so I’m able put it on though. The only thing is I will have a George-Harrison-left-breast and a John-Lennon-right-breast. Ringo and Paul will be just ‘somewhere in between’.
Went to work today, and tried some things at Zara afterwards, with a colleague, but nothing really looked right. Oh well, it saves me money so I of course don’t really care. Sanne, my dear colleague, is off to Berlin now, and will go back the time I arrive there, next Monday. I am exited.
I did care about the highly annoying and screaming girls in the train though. I almost felt the urge to scream back. Do they actually know there are more people in the train, besides them? Of which most had a long day of work?
Pictures are taken by me, in New York.
wow, new york
ik kan me ook altijd zo ergeren aan krijsende personen in bus/trein/metro..
maar mooie foto’s! :)