Hi fellow Repellowz: I’M GOING ON BLOG SABBATICAL UNTIL NEXT WEEK BECAUSE I HAVE MIDTERMS AND IF I FALL BEHIND IN SCHOOL, I FALL BEHIND IN LIFE.
And if I fall behind in life, you fall behind in life.
I am aware that “sabbatical” in the traditional sense of the word entails more than say, one weeks time, but since we are on the interwebs and this shit’s turnover is FAST, I think the term use here is fairly appropriate.
See ya later alligator! I will come back with really good posts that promise to make you laugh from way down inside and below your belly button. Until then though, I will share this photo of myself squatting on the corner of Avenue Montaigne in Paris last fall.
The facial expression could be credited to the cold climate. Yes I do have a [tweed] coat in my arms, but it didn’t fit over my shoulder pads, which looking back in hindsight is pretty funny. And yes again, those are denim ruffles and floral print tights.
I conclude saying this: if ever you were unsure about the power Paris has over your aesthetic and its ability to transform your “man-getting ways,” know now that you will pick up a knack for MRing. And once you go whack, you never go back.
I’m a poetry minor, FYI.
Just kidding, I’m not.
But I do quite like Henry David Thoreau.
Fine, here’s one more photo of my dumb ass practically BEGGING to get street styled at Saturdays last week…
Ankle socks, check. Suede, check. Denim, check. Fatigue, check. Leather, check. Bicycle, check.
Token red head friend in white pants despite dropping temperatures…check.