skirt over pants, namely jeans

This happened today:

Mmhmm.

For once in my life, I kid you not. November 23rd. Skirt over pants. I'm sorry, no other photos were taken and I'm sorry I'm headless in these pictures. All I have are these petite photo booth pictures that I took to make sure I looked crazy before leaving to go to school. I really wish I could have captured the disgusted, yet curious expressions of the French people I walked by. They couldn't figure out what hit them. Mission accomplished.

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.

kylie monet

This is a post about the beautiful gal pictured above. As the official photographer for Noe Connaît, I felt she deserved a post to herself. Think of it as a thank you note. Here are all the things I love and enjoy about Kylie Monet:

She loves James just as much as I do (if not more).

She ties a mean heel-lace.

She bakes like a wizard. I mean seriously, her treats taste like clouds made out of babies' faces.

She bought me this pink shirt that I'm obsessed with beyond belief. Is this reason kind of selfish? Yes.

She's got game. See that arm/chest? That's a pretty attractive Australian man. Get it girl.

She's adorable.

And then she's not adorable, but she's funny. And so is Courtney's face.

In her free time, she's a gazelle.

She's got style. And moves like jagger.

She double fists rosé and red wine. Which leads to:

The last but certainly not least- she might dance on tables.