




I have oft-pondered whether I would make a good spy. At the moment, I err towards thinking I'd be horrendous. I hate keeping secrets, I don't think I'd be very good at answering to another name, and I have distinctive hair. (Sydney Bristow of Alias always seems to change hers with each job. This may not be an accurate yardstick for whether I'd be a good spy, but let's face it, it's my main research source.)
But I can't help but to think if I was wearing some of these Derek Lam goodies, I would be the best. Spy. Ever.
There are probably other ingredients I'd have to work on, (see above re: secret-keeping) but I'd be willing to give it a go if someone would kit me out in these lovelies.
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