Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Paris, The Blog Post

I’m a shitty person. I don’t even have a picture of that stupid tower.

Hey crazy culottes! I’m home! Not for long though…I’m headed back to Europe tomorrow night for a very important photo shoot with a very important magazine and an even more important brand. I would tell you more, but I’m not going to. You must be wondering why I even bothered to come back to the U.S. for but two days. Well, there are a multitude of reasons. 

a. I didn’t have my computer and needed to announce the Acne jacket winner…durrrr.
b. I love return flights, I watch a series of oh, I don’t know, ten movies? I am so well-versed in bad romantic comedies, try me.
c. I have work today and tonight. I’d tell you more, but I won’t.
and finally, most importantly, d. I had an insatiable urge to tell you about that European pigeons are wildly polite. 

Glad that’s out of the way. Now, before I unveil the winner of the giveaway (which, by the way, I should note, the giveaway at hand melted my heart, I am so happy all you sucka MCs are as crazy as me,) I’m going to share a few pivotal life changing photos that my dear old iPhone took while I was abroad. Ready, set, snap.

Oh, just kidding, on this one. DANNIJO didn’t come with me. I mean, in spirit and accessories, they did, but in actuality I think they just ate Van Leeuwen ice cream against this wall near The Standard the whole entire weekend. (T by Alex Wang dress, Club Monaco vest, Hermes belt, Charlotte Olympia shoes)
 
Oh hey, that’s me! I call this one: the time I put my Acne jacket to use. (shirt and jacket: Acne, necklace: DANNIJO and as for the make of my face, you can thank my parents, wink wink.)
Nous sommes arrives! These are two morons I picked up near Place de la Madeleine in Paris. If you tell me which one you’d go getter for, I’ll tell you which one I would…………..Got to love an emaciated fire crotch.
 
Come on, come on, take your pick. (On me, Club Monaco vest, 7FAM jeans, Chris Benz shoes, t shirt from The Kooples) 
Those French fuckers really know how to decorate windowsills.
 Behold: Versailles. Canoes and Versailles. Almost romantic enough to have you considering Herve Leger. Not quite though, not quite.
Kain blouse, Kooples shorts, Chloe booties
Look ma, no hands! After smashing all the mirrors in the Hall of Mirrors, I went to see Marie Antoinette’s house. She is, after all, a foremother of repelling. And if I didn’t love her before, I definitely do now: there’s a pool table in her living room. Billiards chic, yes!
 
Shadows are everything. Psych, they’re nothing. Literally.
And once back in Paris…
I solidified a friendship that first blossomed in Paris two years prior. See those skulls, those are skulls of love. 
Acne jacket, Charles Henry blouse, Club Monaco shorts, Alexander Wang purse
And to put faces to the wrists: this is skull wrist in flesh. She’s married and shit but don’t let that throw you off, she’s a prime example of good repelling. Prime.
…And then I bought lots of shit. “Blog research,” said I.
Ultimately, though, I came for a wedding. 
So these are the dresses we wore. From left: J. Mendel, Morgane le Fay
The earrings I wore. $45 win from the DANNIJO sample sale. 
Are you bored? Hehe, hehe, hehe. I also ate fallafel and lots o’crepes. Are you still bored? Fine. 
OK AND NOW FOR THE WINNER OF LE JACKET: Even though someone intends to use the jacket to befriend jackalopes, and many others think it will provide a good time to their labias, Amy wins this round. If only because she seems to have forgotten its 2011 and speaks Old ass English. Also, I like F. Scott Fitz too. So congratulations, @littlelorgnette, consider your ass repelled!

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