We are horrified: #ParisAttacks

November 13th, 2015: some assholes decide to attack Paris. Random shootings, explosions and too many innocent people who have died. While I was at a party being happy they were serving free leftover falafel, people in Paris were happy to still be alive. We probably left the house with the same resolution: to have a good time. That makes me sick. I've read on social media that we should all "pray for Paris" but that feels wrong. In my opinion, and I bet I'm not the only one, religion has brought more damage throughout the world and over the years than it has offered solace. So let's not pray but let's get our asses out on the street, showing we're not afraid, showing love and have a hell of a good time. So fuck you, IS.

These snaps we're taken before I knew of the attacks or what damage they had really done. One moment you're doing your make-up and the other the world is falling apart.

Paris Photo Diary

We're so damn hipsters, going to Paris a week before Fashion Week. Strolling through Le Champs Elysées before it's "cool" to make an appearance in the city of love. (I'm lying, we planned to go to Fashion Week but I mixed up dates, I'm sorry.) But nonetheless we had a great time! We stayed at the cheapest hotel with the most crooked floor you can imagine and didn't do anything very touristic. We went (vintage)shopping, sat by the Eiffel Tower, stared at a woman with sky high heels, trying not to break her neck on the cobblestones at the Notre Dame (where we ended up by accident) and ate an uttermost delicious meal at Les Parisiennes. 

When we arrived we had lunch at Le petit palais, a fine arts museum with an entrance fee free collection to admire and a little restaurant in the most beautiful courtyard. Just don't go for the pasta pesto because you'll end up having mac' and cheese with way too little cheese.

But as this is a photo diary, I will stop talking now. Enjoy! But beware: picture overload.

What We Wear Wednesday: Paris, mais oui!

A few days after my fabulous trip to Barcelona and with not even enough time to catch my breath, I joined my friends to hop on the Thalys, destination Paris for a short city trip. Because I was so very fond of my outfit - in my opinion it was the most Parisian I could get - I only took that one outfit with me for the weekend. And I don't know about you guys, but that is SO unlike me. Most of the time I can't decide on which crap to take with me, leading to me taking everything with me that surrounds me at le moment suprême of packing my bags. Not this time, no sir! I guess all the travelling this year at least taught me how to pack efficiently and minimalistic.

Coat: Sheinside - Denim shirt: Bershka - Skirt, tights: Boohoo - Bag: New Yorker - Loafers: Primark - Bowler hat, white shirt: H&M - Sunglasses: Vans 

I only received the stocking/tights in the mail a few days before leaving for Paris and of course they had to be worn in Paris. I got a lot of interested looks when strolling the streets of Paris, bartenders pointing at my legs screaming 'Le tour Eiffel! Le Notre dame!' and strangers that snapped pictures without even hiding it a little bit. When I take a picture of a stranger, I at least try to be subtle. That's just common courtesy. 

I already noticed quite some blogger dress accordingly to the country/city they're visiting. Is it really a well-known phenomenon, aka do you guys do it? 

Currently listening to: 

Enter Shikari - Pack of Thieves
Currently craving for (fashion wise or other):
Sleep. Or a party. Or sleep.