I dread crowded public transport. Especially during the morning rush hour.
Imagine this:
It’s Monday morning.
You’re dragging yourself to work.
You have to squeeze to get into the subway carriage. Quick! Quick! Before the door closes on you.
Now that you’re in, you feel like a canned sardine.
Surrounded by sleepy and grim-looking faces.
You hope the person behind you don’t embrace you when the train jerks.
Because you are trying to balance like a ballerina on the little space your feet found.
Rats! You forgot that you should stop wearing peep-toe heels on weekdays.
Argh, urban life…. One should be travelling in style. Like this:
Imagine this:
It’s Monday morning.
You’re dragging yourself to work.
You have to squeeze to get into the subway carriage. Quick! Quick! Before the door closes on you.
Now that you’re in, you feel like a canned sardine.
Surrounded by sleepy and grim-looking faces.
You hope the person behind you don’t embrace you when the train jerks.
Because you are trying to balance like a ballerina on the little space your feet found.
Rats! You forgot that you should stop wearing peep-toe heels on weekdays.
Argh, urban life…. One should be travelling in style. Like this:
[images from top, left to right: Allister Ann Flickr, Doubletake, LOOKBOOK.nu, This is Glamorous, Remeno Tumblr, We heart it, We heart it, Paoulina, Thumbelina]
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