styleandthecity

After being in Paris for five months attending classes at the Sorbonne, I’ve come to perceive fashion in a slightly different way. I’ve always appreciated perfect tailoring and flowing bias cuts, but what’s so significant about this city is that undone, corporeal, cool, perfectly put together, but just plain I-don’t-give-a-fuck-what-you-think vibe that is Parisian street fashion. You see the same old high end attire repeatedly—duh it’s Paris and everyone is rich and can afford entire wardrobes from Alber and Marc—and then you glimpse this girl wearing some smudged eye-liner with mussed-up hair and a voluminous fur jacket pulling on this cigarette like she was the one who made it cool in the first place. Ah makes you wanna push it. Makes you wanna say fuck it and wear whatever you want wherever you want, whether you live in New Hampshire or the 1st arrondissement. Here are some photos from my favorite Parisian street fashion blog, styleandthecity.com, that make me ache for another big city with some balls.

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