Crisp, streamlined clothes fit for an adult. Yet the faĂ§ade of the outfit is broken in by her winsome countenance.
Wholesome and fresh-faced – I wish youth in NYC looked more like this. Just this morning, I saw my neighbor's nine-year-old girl waiting for the elevator, wearing a cropped top and mascara caked onto her face, brusquely chattering into her iPhone.
she posed for esteemed artists atop an elegant throne draped in rare silks for the canvasses of cherished Florentine rennaissance paintings.
Same streets, same beautiful rennaissance DNA. Different day. Todays throne.. the seat of a stylish Italian scotter, dressed in full fashionable street style for the canvasses of todays esteemed artists.
I always love it when a young person is wearing pieces made of woven fabric.
I have nothing against t-shirts, I think they are indispensable kit for busy parents as well as being confy, fun thing children love to put on, but a sort of preciousness this girl (and the blue boy) exsude – it's special.