Hello babies. I come to you from my living room today where I seldom sit because there are usually people populating it. But today I have the house to myself so I’m just taking residence in all kinds of crazy places. I actually ran up and down the halls ten minutes ago and pretended I was Jennifer Hudson. This outfit post is my attempt at a sort of Parisian chic that I’ve never quite understood but always loved. Of course, the light gravel underneath me is supposed to give off that Tuileries-during-fashion-week vibe, but I’m not sure it really did just that. The shirt is Givenchy and I’m sort of getting bored of the logo tee, so you may see a lot less of it on here. The vest is Zara and it is quite soft and nice to snuggle with if you are lonely or just fond of soft things. The leggings are Cotton On and are a great way to scare any conservative family member into hiding for a few months. The shoes are McQueen and really fucking fun to wear without socks because I find that socks are just these annoying condoms and when you don’t use them, you feel really fucking liberated and shit.