polka dot tank, snakeskin belt: thrifted :: teal cardigan: gifted :: bodycon skirt: Forever 21 ::
bow flats: Liz Claiborne:: purse: Harajuku Lovers:: narwhal pin: my shop :)
When I was a kid, I rarely thought about mythical creatures. In fact, I stubbornly relegated them to be just that-- mythical. Instead of ogling over photos of unicorn tapestries or the illuminations in bestiaries, I faithfully memorized as many facts and stats I could read off of my thick stack of animal cards. It wasn't until I was much older that I developed an interest for those weird creatures of legend, and with that interest came a deep longing for their existence. Deep inside, I still hope that scientists have just failed to connect some dots that reveal that unicorns were real, or that dragons really did roam the earth.
The narwhal, though very real, gives me hope that maybe somewhere, in some untouched island tucked in the Bermuda triangle, every marvelous creature man has ever dreamed up does exist. Wouldn't it be fantastical?