Not cyan, not blue green, not a peanut theme.
A pair of real vintage sunglasses, the turquoise/cyan/peanut/whatever-essie-colour nails, the new addicted hat, the white light lace, the love ring, the kanebo make up artists and my posing self. All these new closet's arrivals shouted at me 'it's about time to leave the city for a while and go exotic'. One week to go man.
Till then, bear with the portraits and the portraits.