Cotton Candy. Driving past Mexico City’s main park (Chapultepec) yesterday afternoon, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the (extremely!) colourful fluffy sugar balls. I jumped out of the car, haggled for a minute (or two), and got back into my car with the biggest (and fluffiest) (and pinkest) of them all.
My conclusion? Cotton candy tastes of childhood.
Seriously. Perhaps I hadn’t had one in (way) too many years, but its taste (and subsequent sugar high) took me back a decade (more like two!). Hey, even my pup Dedal got a taste (and loved it!) (and was subsequently wagging her tail at 100mph!).
p.s. I am (re)crushing on (ultra!) matte lips. A little dab of MAC pigment over lipstick et voilà! Ultra rich colour (and no shine on sight).
wearing: PvdH (aka DIY) silk shantung bandeau, Levis vintage shorts, MAC pigment in Magenta Madness