i miss this

i miss the noe connaît..



i'm coming back.. with flower setting:

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.

blog rant complete with outtakes

Here's the deal- I'm just a little over the whole fashion blogging sphere. I spent a lot of time yesterday cleaning out the list of blogs I follow, because frankly I'm not interested in the high paid bloggers who look models, have zero personality, and literally get all of their "fashionable" clothes for free. There's a huge secret to blogging, we choose to represent ourselves the way we want. When choosing which photos to put up, I become my biggest critic and begin to point out faults with every picture. I don't like that. So in an effort to prove I don't take myself too seriously as a blogger, I have compiled the most ridiculous photos of myself I can find. This is the stuff that didn't make the cut the first time around. Enjoy:

I'm not perfect and I don't want anyone to think I am; being relatable and entertaining as a blogger is everything to me. I definitely don't believe in the "follow me, I'll follow you" mentality. I guess I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging, because it's something I really enjoy. Now, I won't deny that I am trying to persuade you to stop wearing leggings in public. I definitely am. It's all about subtext.

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.