How many times have I browsed through my closet and recalled the memories which stay with a piece of clothing? I'm looking into my drawer right now and I can already see so many good (and bad) days laid in front of me. On the left, there's a stretched out T-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. This found its way to me through my boyfriend, who sent it to Paris with a friend, while I was working there. He knew I missed him and that I loved wearing his shirts, so when he couldn't come there himself, he sent the next best thing. It really made the months apart not so tough.