causing a scene in luxembourg

Photos by Sanazle

Just how obnoxious is this extraordinarily large red (velvet) bow atop my head? Well, when you multiply your answer times 73, you can begin to understand the french population's disdain. Whateva, I just really enjoy roaming around Paris in a huge red bow and a paint-splattered Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Speaking of the t-shirt, I received this from my best friend's mother last summer and I became obsessed with it. I mean I still am, I wear it under all of my clothes. Anyway, when I was packing to move to France, my new yet old beloved t-shirt was nowhere to be found. I freaked out and frantically tore apart my house, only to be forced to leave without it. Convinced my older brother stole it (he likes Disney way too much), I wept like a baby daddy finding out he's a baby daddy. Until I went home for break and pulled down my bathrobe from a shelf in the closet. There, hidden in the bathrobe, gleaming like treasure, was this faded Mickey Mouse shirt. I then wept like a baby daddy finding out the baby isn't his. Needless to say, this isn't the last time you'll be seeing this shirt.

That awkward moment when you carry an extremely heavy metal chair across the beautiful Luxembourg gardens and have a really tough time carrying it because your hands and legs are numb from the cold.

That other awkward moment when you start having a dance party while singing show tunes in the quiet and calm Luxembourg gardens.

obligatory valentine's day post

I took the liberty of compiling a Valentine's Day playlist to cover all of your emotions, assuming you'll fall under one of these 4 categories. How to get through Valentine's Day:

1. If you're in love or whatever. Boring. This song is beautiful, "So, this old world must still be spinning round and I still love you."

2. If you're feeling like me, maybe need a little encouragement. This song is unbelievably beautiful as are the performers, though the camera is a little blurry with tears. "Who made the rule that 2 is better than one, I bet that fool is alone by a phone, coming undone."

3. If you want to just forget about it, you want me to stop talking about it, and you want to dance your little heart out OR you're still in mourning for beloved Whitney Houston. I highly recommend this new jam from Sir Gavin Creel. I know you can dig it. "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, anybody get me out of this town."

4. If you're crying and you need a mix of classical music and Cee Lo Green, then this is for you. "And I'm like f&@cK U (Valentine's Day)."

When I asked Paris to be my valentine, I was actually asking these beauties above. I've already assumed they'll say yes.      2 more days.

What do you say? 2 more days.

i have purple hair

The bleaching process. Evidently, you have to bleach your hair in order to dye it purple. Considering, I have never bleached my hair, I feared it would just fall out. All of it. Is that irrational even though we were only bleaching the tips? I wanted purple hair bad enough to get over it.

Supplies. Okay, so we used a chickpea can and plastic wrap. I'm on a budget.

Team of talented stylists- Kylie Monet and Vick

GOOOAAAAL. Done applying bleach, yet too early to celebrate.

Playing the waiting game and trying to avoid major freak out by listening to Gavin Creel's NOISE.

They should charge for their services, maybe even turn Kylie's apartment into a salon. I can't believe I have such good friends. I would also like to thank ALANNA for all of the above pictures and her general presence/moral support during this whole process.

Results. Now, we can celebrate.

Photos by Kylie Monet

I did the purple myself.

I am in love. I want more.

I find myself just staring at my purple hair during class. Even though I've completely stopped paying attention, I at least learned some new french words- mes pointes violettes.

sights and sounds of this merry-go-round

In a black and white kind of mood.

birthday flashback

I'm blowing out the candles because this is a celebration post!

My 20th post of November

HOLLA.

skirt- Vintage, chemise- Maddy.. K, and sandals- old and yellow.

Photos taken by Kylie Monet

As today is the last day of November, I am proud to announce that I this officially marks my twentieth blog of the month. That makes a whole 18 more posts than last month. I know I said everyday, but 20 out of 30 is what? 66.666666%, a solid D. However, I live in France. Therefore, I can submit myself to the french grading scale where a 14 out of 20 is an A+. Merci, la France.

I guess I shouldn't lie about the whole 20 thing. These pictures are remnants of my 20th birthday (that was at the beginning of October). I don't think I posted on my birthday, because I happened to be under the influence of the stomach flu. With that said, I did manage to slip into this bright orange and green ensemble and it did make me feel a little bit better as did the giant french feast I consumed. Now, in the midst of winter, it serves as a nice flashback to sunnier days and exposed limbs. Even though it's freezing outside, hopefully this outfit made you feel a little warmer on the inside. Although, I'm sure you are probably reading this post with the heat turned on high while sipping a Starbucks gingerbread latte and listening to Nat King Cole's Christmas album. Oh December, get at me.

don't judge me. i want a new fashion turban.

The blog Little Fille is having a winter giveaway! And guess what the beloved item is? A turban, turband, headband, thing that goes on your head. Obviously, I am extremely determined to win one, therefore I will explain all of the reasons why I need a new fashion turban through this blog post. Here we go!

1. I have a strong affinity for things on my head.

Hats sold in supermarkets.

Multiple hats at one time.

Wigs.

The original fashion turban. Girl with the Pearl Earring.

2. This fashion turban is my one and only and it's getting tired.

Casually modeling in the middle of the street.

In South Coast Plaza.

On the streets of New York.

On Christmas Day! Come on. Say it. I deserve to win.

3. Final reason- I have proof of how amazing(ly ridiculous) the red fashion turban would look on my head.

Red t-shirt.

Little Fille's version.

Do it yourself t-shirt version by Noe Connaît

Wouldn't my life just be easier if I won the Little Fille winter giveaway? I hope her version can pull off the pirate look.

70s vibes in winter

Clogs.

This is Courtney.

My personal stylist.

This is what I look like after she "styles" me, aka fixes my hair.

White coat- BB Dakota, chemise- Mom's closet, jeans- True Religion, and clogs- Grandma's house

Photos taken by Kylie Monet

As you can see from these pictures, it seems winter has officially fallen upon Lyon. I promise, it is getting ridiculously cold outside, don't let the sun fool you. The city is constantly freezing and I've got a bad feeling it's not going to let up anytime soon. This is my favorite and only winter coat. Good thing it's white; it will never get dirty (except every time I wear it). More important than the coat are the clogs on my feet. I'm quite surprised the clogs haven't made it into a post yet. I found these bad girls in my grandparent's house. They evidently belonged to my auntie in the late 70s. Needless to say, they are a great addition to my collection of stolen items and I love them more than anyone born after 1967 should.

Winter school yard chums:

This is Hannah, rocking a groovy fur vest, bell sleeve top, and the persona of a tiger. 

Leo, Hannah, and Renee workin' it.

And workin' it from the front- Kylie, Hannah, Renee, and Leo. True french babes.