Dear Aila Wang,
How you going?
I understand that you are only three years of age, so deciphering this letter may be a bit of boo-hockey. But nonetheless I feel that I should express how envious I am of your killer style. (Of course, having the esteemed Mr. Alexander Wang as your uncle probably doesn’t suck either.)
C’est chic. Chic to the max.
Though there is about a whole Learner Driver between our years on this earth, can I just say that I kind of want to be you? Really digging this minimalistic thing going on. The sweet Nike kicks too.
Let me know if you ever want to grab a milkshake (perhaps not due to my lactose intolerance) or OJ some time.