so here is the story about violet: about a week ago I spotted a little dress in this exact color tuned up in the classic berlinoise style (there are always black ankle boots and a cigarette involved). thinking aloud I asked myself if I really liked it or not. walking by my side, my friend gave a quick and pretty strong answer:  “I can’t even consider either it is pretty or not. it is violet. and this  scares me to death.” okay. maybe the last sentence is not really the exact quote. but it catches its essence.

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