Lost and found. over the internet, I mean.

That moment when you’re asking for some days off to just lay low and recompose yourself after vacationing and travel, so you can then go back to working like a crazy person.
But you’re feeling yourself a little to much, right, and you come to think that you can cook something amazing so you can feel the laying low for real, homie and all.

So instead… you go and get yourself a big nice hole in your hand, due to a knife you thought you know how to handle, even though your boyfriend said you can’t.
Cuz you know, you’ll might know how to write, sing, talk…. and honey, you definitely can cook… maybe salad, soup… ok, pasta tops….

but, you know… if we’re laying low, than lay the fuck low, cuz you’ll cut yourself.

But hey… shit happen now, don’t they?

I never listen.

Selection of some of the pics are from fashion week, since I wasn’t there but I have to say, this year was an amazing success for everybody.

All the rights going to the amazing photographers at the scene.

Love from
The Injured Lovers Land,



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