Fleur de Lys button-down shirt:
I'm feeling extra literal today.
While I hate to admit it, there's a definite difference between being raised French in San Francisco, and actually being French from France-land. Nonetheless, I try and dress myself with the same effervescent "pop" that stylish French women undoubtedly have with their fashion choices.
If there's anything the fashion set likes it is a bunch of layers. I am also prone to this love, and never thought I too could pull off the jacket-over-shoulders layered look.
But look Mamman, I DID IT!!
I actually more give credit to Adrienne for inspiring me/teaching me her wondrous ways of doing the jacket-over-shoulders look. I mean, she nailed the "wearing 25 things at once" thing fucking forever ago. That's what BFFs are for, right?
In San Francisco there is always a fine line between Indian Summer and actual fall. One week you might find yourself half naked in the 85 degree heat on Ocean Beach, and you don't even think its weird that its early October. The next week its foggy in the mornings, and crisply cold all day, except for that one hour in the afternoon when your skin radiates with "Its sunny!!" joy. As we reluctantly start to order our drinks hot versus iced, notice the over-saturation of "Pumpkin Spiced" anything, and add layers upon layers of knits, we accept the bitter transition from summer to autumn.