I've written to myself I'm a bit funktified.
It could be winter mood swings, but sometimes it's quite hard to go through the day.
New collection is looming on the horizon, but I have issues committing to it. Excuse #1 price of gold, excuse #2 departure from the current aesthetic, although the exercise of line is still there, but it's got more dimension this time around.
Current inspiring thing...whisk...
