lyon meets THE FASHION TURBAN

Oh Bonjour!

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Sanaz, Kylie, et Moi- nouvelles amies :))))

Photos of me taken by française Kylie

Jeans- Levi's, chemise&knit- Ooh LaLa, chaussures- Toms, et écharpe- London '04. 

Alright. First things first. THIS HOUSE. Legit fell out of Harry Potter and obviously I would never want to live anywhere else. Walking up the Lauren Conrad sized hill is completely worth it when you get to come home to this awesomeness. (Yes, I just said awesomeness, get over it) AND THE GATE? I mean come on. Hogwarts. I have never had a gate in my life and here I am with a gate clicker. It couldn’t get it any classier.

Moving on. Actually, I’m not over the magical majestic house I get to live in for the next four months. Did I tell you it’s AWESOME? My new room is a cupboard under the stairs on the 3rd floor. Aka, my calves are already the size of Serena Williams.

Anyways, the fashion turban had to come with me to France, who would I be without it? Normal. Lyon met the fashion turban and Lyon was like, “Alright, I can dig it.” The french women on the other hand. . . .  didn’t look at me, because they were too busy avoiding eye contact at all costs. I don’t know if I told you that in France it’s totally okay for a guy to stare and stare and stare, but for women if you lock eyes accidentally, you’re asking for something you probably don’t want. I love patriarchy. So naturally, sunglasses are the only way to get by. Back to the turban- Do I have Voldemort on the back of my head? Am I Professor Trelawney? Are my french brothers wizards? Yes, yes, and IDK-I don’t speak french, but I live in a Harry Potter ass house and you’re probably jealous.

La version française bientôt!