Oh Cara!

Quite frankly, supermodels make me angry. This of course stems directly from jealously. Perfect human beings with perky boobs, flawless skin, beautiful eyes, miles of legs, rock hard abs... oh I could go on, but I won't, or not this will turn into an angry rant post.

Back to the topic. Supermodels. Me. No go. Chezz can also attest to my lack of knowledge when it comes to the fashion world. I don't know any names of models (I barely remember their faces, probably because for my self esteem I need to instantly erase that they exist) or brands. But recently, I have developed a massive girl crush on Cara Delevingne. It started with following her on Instagram. She pulls faces, I pull faces. We could totes be the same person. If I were a model that is. OK QUIT LAUGHING GUYS. But she seems like a cool chick. And she's crazy gorgeous.

Just a healthy dose a beautiful pictures to make you feel inadequate. 

The reason I'm bringing her up is because she's in Singapore for the Chanel show with Karl Lagerfeld. I may or may not have toyed with the idea of stalking her. 

Now to end this post suddenly and awkwardly.

Strut it,

Jazz