Their November Lookbooks have my heart racing even faster for the Zara opening in Pitt St. mall next April. I would sell my left testicle just to speed time up with Marty McFly to a time where Zara exists in Sydney and there's money in my wallet.
I didn't like as much from the Women's Lookbook, though. The men's one was intensely brilliant. Dress a guy in Zara, place him in a 50m vicinity to me and watch me sniff him out and devour him like I haven't eaten in weeks.
I'm about to listen to Kid Cudi's new album (Man on the Moon II). If it disappoints, I will poop on someone's face.