I wonder what dark secrets does the cathedral behind me hold within its walls, but somehow the atmosphere of the photos came out very different from what I imagined. Not sure if it's the spirit of the cheeky architect that was forced to spend his life building the cathedral away from his family, the priest whose eyes got almost ripped out by a giant, the sad retro feel of my get up, my dark hair or my face. I didn't want to tag this post with "not safe for kids", so I removed the photos where I looked seriously possesed. But I think you will find even the remaining photos to be very distant from the usual warm autumn atmosphere.
Skirt: off brand, eBay, Hong Kong, wrinkles like crazy
Belt: Dunnes, Dublin
Jacket: HM, Prague
Bag: Parfois, Prague
Shoes: Le Bunny Bleu, South Korea