I'm currently penning this letter as I lounge tastefully by the picturesque perfection of the Seine River, residing on an authentic antique wonder claiming to have arised from the French Renaissance. A fromage-au-jambon croissant sandwich sunbathes under the brandeis-blue sky, recieving their own version of a St. Tropez tan. A glistening edition of French Vogue is artfully flicked open, with concotions of knee-high riding boots and silk-slicked scarves requesting a VIP reservation in a style-mavern's closet. In the near distance, a young socialite sporting a stunning complexion only one could possibly inherit departs her Champ Élysées penthouse to lavish the weekend away at her chateau in Marseilles.
Hello, Paris, bienvenue France!
No, but really, but doesn't an escapade to France via private jet sound like a wonderland of paradise right now?
However, I prefer to muse today's ensemble as more of an African-safari type. Perhaps we'll check our passports into Johannesburg, South Africa this time? Major shopping spree must ensue immediatly after embarkation of plane in that case.
Signed, Yours Truly...
❤ scarf; express / cardigan; lucky brand / boots; bakers / jewelry; juicy couture ❤
Hope you enjoyed this new series!