There's something strangely therapeutic about an empty classroom. Blackboards to be doodled on and a friend's music blaring softly through the speakers of a semi hacked into computer. Of course, if the little hipster, we-prefer-blackboards-to-frat-parties episode is followed by a slightly more eventful scare session at the graveyard (none at all of your own doing,) then the otherwise charming night has lost a little bit of its touch. That is, unless you've paddled yourself all the way down to the deep end of the pool where the likes of adrenaline junkies and flaky professors dwell.
Wearing: Vintage mesh sweater, Floral shorts from Nepal, Turtle neck from Bangkok, Stockings from H&M, Chelsea boots from Urban Outfitters