Last weekend I went to Paris. And ate my body weight in cheese and drank red wine like a red wine drinking fish. Needless to say it was immense.
Here’s what I wore on the Saturday. The Parisians didn’t get it at all, they kept staring at me like I was a crazy person. They really really don’t understand colour, or pattern. Or they probably understand it, but think it’s ridiculous. Note to self: next time, wear black. On it’s own. Maybe with a hint of grey. But no colour, no pattern. You will get funny looks. Oops.
Hat & sunglasses, H&M; Skirt & Sweater, American Apparel; Shoes, Office; Bag, Topshop; Jacket & denim shirt, thrifted