This week, I wore a blazer in an attempt to mask the fact that it’s been three weeks and I still have no clue what I’m doing in France with the illusion of maturity. There’s just something about wearing a blazer that automatically makes you look important and grown-up. I bet that if Amanda Bynes wore more blazers people might have viewed her loving Drake tweets as endearing rather than as the ramblings of a psycho with a penchant for oddly coloured wigs.
I’ve noticed, too, that the French love their blazers. In an effort to be as inconspicuous as possible and adhere to the new uniform of my new country, I’ve recently decided that I too love blazers and am now on the lookout for more so that I can just rotate blazers with the same outfit and come off as chic. The way I see it, it’s a step up from rotating between my Christmas cat sweater (which I will defend until the day I die) and men’s XXL flannels from Goodwill.
That being said, I have my limitations when it comes to dressing more like the French: no, Abercrombie & Fitch has not made a comeback since the 6th grade, and yes, you look like a complete idiot wearing 6 inch stilettos to your 10 am lecture. I experience severe second-hand stress every time I see a girl holding onto the banister for dear life as she tries to climb stairs in her massively inappropriate heels. Stop. For your own good.
Blazer- H&M// Top- Forever 21// Sunglasses- Nordstrom// Shoes- Marshalls// Jeans- Marshalls// Hoops- Greece