Last day of the whole Lagos circus and the finale doesn't start until noon — so this body gets a slow morning before the offsite shows swallow me. I'm already running late on purpose. Come make me later?
Last day of the whole Lagos circus and the finale doesn't start until noon — so this body gets a slow morning before the offsite shows swallow me. I'm already running late on purpose. Come make me later?
Five shows stand between me and the end of this Lagos week, and this robe is the only thing standing between me and the wardrobe pile. I could use a second opinion on what stays on tonight — want in?
Third day of Lagos shows is behind me and my heels finally got their goodbye. The dress lost its fight at the door again — tell me you'd have carried me home instead?
Day two of shows just let out and I still can't wind down — the lookbooks are everywhere and so am I. Come keep me up?
Opening night ate my whole evening and I brought nothing home but this view. First runway is today and sleep already lost — come keep me company instead?
Lagos has me now — red-eye survived, suitcase untouched, and the first show of the week is only hours away. This city glows even before sunrise. Tell me what to do with my last free morning?
Dubai sent me home with a suitcase full of nothing I folded properly, and the next city is already calling my name. Stretched out in this lounge until boarding steals me away. Come keep me company until they call my gate?
Six shows down and these heels never let me down once — which is more than I can say for the rest of my outfit. Come tell me they were worth the fight?
Six shows on the list tonight and I'm still on the floor of my room losing a wrestling match with the prettiest pair of heels I've ever touched. The showroom guy said they were made for walking — he clearly never met me. Come tie them for me?
Opening night in Dubai and this dress walked me straight past the front row. The first runway of the week is about to start — tell me which look I should steal for tomorrow?