When I look at you, a
Coldplay Piaf song plays in my heart (but in a good way, still wondering if that's even possible, but that's anyone's guess, I, you know, guess) - totally, I mean, tots. Gosh, are you watching Girls? Must say, find it kinda refreshing, the Brooklyn-kinda-gals compared to the Upper East Siders or the Beverly Hills-ish guys, you know... Besides, referring back to the quote above for a little explanation, didn't mean any of my pregnant or desperate friends (as no one is, btw, just referring to, again, Girls, in my, you know, reference - c'mon, just give it a try, do a little watch-y-watch) but the skirt - a godsend in the look department if you ask me, which is why it's not Coldplay but Piaf (again, in a good way, you know, more in a Cotillard sort of way but still definitely not meaning because their looks) as she's been and kinda still is the paragon of French chanson PLUS the skirt oh so reminds me of the effortlessly chic, yet cool Parisian girls, yep, right, meaning their looks, now. So I just tuck my striped (obligatory for a Frenchie look, right? I know that's a cliché) peplum top in and voilà that's it, you can even see the stripes through the skirt, see? see? see? Gosh, I think it's going too far, I mean who is who and which is which? So I'm gonna tell you the story about the skirt (c'mon you wouldn't think there's no story that comes along?) when the time is right.
Outfit: skirt Miu Miu, clutch H&M, shoes and top Zara
Have a great day!