If it's on the table, it's served," as one of my (very few) good teachers used to say when someone was sitting on a desk in class. Notice the badass gardening scissors?
The chipped polish on my toenails is simply chic. It goes well with the slightly purple scar on my right knee and the numerous mosquito bites around my ankles (for a better look see the previous photo, the one with the gardening scissors - or don't). Whatever you do, just don't take a closer look at that polish. You've been warned. Dis-fucking-gusting.
Is it a bird, is it a plane? Is it muscle or is it flab (that funny looking formation right above my right knee)?
(shorts: H&M Fashion Against AIDS / blouse: Zara / clutch, bracelets: H&M / blazer: from a street vendor in Bulgaria / shoes: ASOS / necklace: vintage Monet)
P. S. It's muscle, of course. You better believe it.