Huge surprise coming up here-- none of the strangers I saw gave a rat's ass about my burst of color. No shocked stares, no angry mobs, no cries of "Oh la la!" or "Mon dieu! Elle fait quoi alors?!" Looks like I wore a bright magenta cardigan in the heart of Paris and lived to tell about it.
cardigan- Zara
scarf- ?
hat-Loehmann's?
dress- American Rag
leggings- American Apparel
boots- Target
9 comments:
So funny story- I most definitely wore a bright pink top to a grungy emo club here. I felt really awkward, but looked cute...clearly you do as well!
Loving your photos! Do they block flickr where you are? I can't access it!
i like the scarf with that outfit!
I think bright pink was a good choice - what does it matter what the masses might think anyway?
Holy Crap...I go away for awhile and I come back and...You're in Paris! That's amazing. So jealous.
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who cares what they think? you look great!
So, Parisians don't tend to wear a lot of color, eh? I actually didn't know that. I assume they like to wear black, but what about all the gamine-chic little striped tops and such? Now I'm curious!
A thing of the past! Haha, today's Parisians call those stereotypical Parisians "titis" (which is kind of silly, but French is such an adorably silly-sounding language anyway).
That last picture is so gorgeous!
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