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The other day he came to find me after my meeting with some friends. Always poised and attentive, he waited for me near the door of a small tea shop on the rue du cherche midi where I was finishing paying for my tea.
When I caught a glimpse of him, I smiled: he had a style that I didn’t know, but still familiar.
It was thinking back on the high school years that I remembered how much he was out of place with his distinct style at the time: plaid shirt, messenger bag, purple sneakers, he was like no one I knew. And then in uni, the Parisian life has slowly taken away the style that he had, those little original touches that I loved so much.
- Sweater and Jeans from Uniqlo, sneakers and shirt from Topman, vintage jacket -
But new changes are on the way, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me in his wardrobe from here on out…
Translated by ♥ Wendy Lee ♥
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