I remember sitting in the library maybe sometime a year ago, having nothing to do, and reading Vogue which was ready to hand. This page mesmerised me. And although at the time I don't think I knew who Florence Welch was, all I knew was that I loved her sense of style. And that little alcove where she was sitting. And the books in stacks on the floor. Basically, I wanted to be her.
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