QueenP, Your Hypeness

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Your Favorite Magazine Cover // Glamorized in Amberย – Brasov.

Bonjour, mes petits unicorns! ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ•Š

A brand new style episode is broadcasted again from the charming streets of Brasov, matching autumnal pantone colors with the medieval urban hype. Amber frizzante, floating over the city like an angel with my feet on the ground. I’m a Gemini, baby! Perfect vibe. Brace yourselves! It’s about to go deep. xoxo

Hello, gorgeous!
Damn, I love Autumn – the season of multiple layers and suggestive sexiness. Sequins, gold and lace – a little bit of black to keep it feline chic. Rivers of diamonds and pearls. I stay dressed to impress.
Enough said about the future, let’s keep it clean and clear about the present moment – Dixon is coming. The One fromย Lost in a Moment -Tuscanyย and I am about to RAVE.ย Color pres Dixon, SIT,ย Khidja.
It’s going down – light up the world! ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž

Now, about Brasov… Damn, I feel it coming!
Like the rosy bubbles ofย Rosรจ Fashion Victim Dolce!
As Sweet as Love. Chill like my Thrills.
I’ll have your served in Krystal, baby!
Wrapped around my tongue.
Prosecco or Pina Colada should be fine.
If not, we deserve whiskey cola, strong and manly. On ice.
I adore your hive.
See you there! Divine! ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

Oh, what am I wearing? ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ
I always forget I am a “fashion blogger” and not the Coach to teach you Good Living. I praise and I preach, but I am still wearing an H&M dress I found in Paris a while ago, with my Sacred Cross from Israel around my neck and possibly Indian wedding earrings I found in my vintage treasure gypsy market in Craiova city, my home town. Queen! ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘‘
Boots are from Ash, snake bag from Turkey, both gift from my parents. They know what I like. ๐Ÿ’œ

Please note I am supremely captured by my favorite photographer,ย Volker Vornehmย again – wondering downtown Brasov like an entitled fashion travel groupie, enjoying the Sun, connecting the dots of inner vibrations and peace – One thing in mind, owning the streets like they are mine. They are ours. Poetic justice. Style police. Walk with me. ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ‘





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