The bipolar weather this days certainly hasn’t appeal my sanity in Dubai’s December feel. Maybe it’s because of the spectral shaggy-ish feel of the Illusionist movie I watched while romancing the dumbbells. There’s a good twist on the end and some sort of romantic mysteries, I’ve found a good place to remember the settings of the movie. Take the old cobbles from Austro-Hungarian throne made into much modern silver printed cement, while pillars supposed to be wide and carved it’s now miniature and sharp.
When the great Eisenheim amazed his crowd with his magic trick, this look of mine might give an illusion of the winter-ness. But believe me not to believe what the feel in this photo, this might be a good performance of holding back the agitation when the weather failed me that day. This great mustard turtle neck wool sweater from United Colors of Benetton (which happens to be my first turtleneck ever) tried to defend me from the bad frostbites, yet it somehow misunderstood the buzz when the sun rays lit up heavily. Well, I think the best decision I made was to stay in front of the AC and ate ice cream.