FALL

Apparently the weather Gods decided to pms on us, causing a mere 18 degree

 temperature drop overnight. Adios hooker mini skirts. 

Don't get me wrong, I know global warming is bad and all, but I really don't

mind wearing almost de nada April through October. Oh well, maybe I should

change continents. Either way, I spent most of the day agonizing over the French.

They're skinny, they're beautiful, they eat a lot, drink a lot, smoke a lot, dress well 

and tend to have big boobs (females that is), I don't know how they do it but 

someone should really let me in on this little secret. Any takers?

Spent the day browsing through boutiques, but my night was definitely more 

memorable. This city has provided me with a lot of great memories, but I 

didn't think that drunk bicycling (2 people, 1 rentable bike...) circa 1am from a 

mexican bar in the Marais area, along the Seine down to Saint Michel and the

 Odeon was possible. I would love to provide you with some visual context

of this but I think it's for the best if this stays in the realm of your imagination! 

The attention whore of the outfit has to be the Valentino purse screaming at you

though. I found her yesterday in the boutique on rue Saint Honore and it was

love at first sight. Never took myself for a Valentino gal, but when you 

see a good thing.... never let it go. 

VERSION ORIGINALE COAT

STUART WEITZMAN BOOTS

VALENTINO BAG

RAY BAN SUNNIES

ZARA LEGGINGS

ZARA SCARF