I caught this hip hippy checking her reflection in a bank window. She tugged at her face, watching as the wrinkles disappeared and then settled back into place. It was a sobering moment, and one that made me appreciate my youth...and backback purses and Tex-Mex headbands.
Horrible pics, but she is my pick for best dressed in Paris. Messy hair with light ends, blazer, and streamlined denim tucked into matching high-tops...Cool as a cucumber.
No, I didn't see Bryan Ferry in London (I wish). I am litchrully (sound it out) asking this GF to kindly remove herself and her dance-pants so I can see her boyfriend! Still worth posting based on the view of his great shoes...and of St. Paul's Cathedral.
Oopsy-Do's They do it and they don't know it. I liken hunting for an Oopsy-Do to thrift store shopping - But the hangers are people and I don't have to imagine who once owned my 'find.' (Sadly, I cannot purchase these people or their wears).